I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts.
In crisis, shoulds and oughts don’t help. Love wins out over guilt any day.
Whom shall I love? “Whichever one needs it most in the moment.” For she or he is the Christface set before me.
How are we to mysteriously surrender to the creative abundance of darkness?