I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts.
“There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear.” Except to the child-mind and -heart
Coffee before the sun comes up. But there was no sunrise today. The gray dawn grew merely more brightly gray
If, on your life’s journey, you’ve reached some point of self honesty — rather than ego inflation — I’d trust your vision.
This pandemic’s mysterious paradox: Vulnerability and power are two sides of the same coin. Be a first-responder
Pandemic prophecies from 2 months to 2 millennia, and a song