Around me is love. Everywhere. Did you, my Lover, Pour it there? Am I to simply Grow aware?
We ache to know our own unknowable value.
Don’t be too quick to embrace the fundamentalism that summarily ascribes all of your good fortune to God/God’s will.
Love is a mess of romance and compassion. Compassion can remain.
Therapeutic tunnels promising greener grass succeed when they dump us back on the brown patch where we began.
After a son-to-father preface, list of 11 best free videos of the carol