As, by aging, wisdom besets me absent volition, a realization unfolds from within… some interpersonal relationships perhaps born of transaction or convenience evolve to survive…
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Christmas Carol paradoxes 5 – It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
Wishing we have “ears to hear” above the din of judgmental self-talk
Elizabeth loving Lizzie
What we most long for when we are feeling alone is not incoming love from others, but instead is someone on whom to pour our outgoing love.
Let your nature carry you
First-World nations have a garden where can dance the better angels of our nature.
Racism, politics…
“I’m not a racist. I have a lot of black friends. I work with a lot of black people.”
“The Young Messiah”
I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts.
