I rest in the light of forgiveness.
Judgment and weariness are foes to service and generosity.
In spite of unseasonable wind, snow and unexpected weather of all sorts - a gardener still plants. And tends what they have planted ... believing that Spring will come.
Distance cannot matter - ours is a friendship of the heart.
Today... maybe I can take one step on that profoundly complex path to peace.
Forgiveness is really a gift to yourself - have the compassion to forgive others, and the courage to forgive yourself.