Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember.

Mr. Shepherd, ye cannot stop a bad thought from coming into your head. But ye need not pull up a chair and bide it sit down." - Mrs. Brown

Given my own circumstances, I find that anything can turn out to belong nearly anywhere.

I don't look like who I am.

Come to think of it, just about every tool was shaped like either a weenie or a pistol, depending on your point of view.

In the places that call me out, I know I'll recover my wordless childhood trust in the largeness of life and its willingness to take me in.

Small change, small wonders - these are the currency of my endurance and ultimately of my life.