Oh mysterious God let our love be real…like skinning a knee on concrete, like the smell of bread baking…
I want today to be different, to be uplifting. And I know, although I hesitate to admit it, that any change must start with me.
To turn away from the darkness within me is to turn away from God.
She, from time to time, takes a sip of holy water…
I do not cower from the expectation that I will completely melt into nothingness and wholeness.