What is it about sameness that so draws me, and how could I begin to have that same kind of attraction to change?
What if we just acted like everything was easy?
In service, there is clarity and compassion.
I am not the same having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world. Mary
Goes the song, "we change, we change." But the music is still mine.
In my prayers I never said I needed a home. I said I wanted a sanctuary.