What I Remember

It's the love I remember. From the stranger or the soulmate, the smallest act of kindness; each one saying, I love you. I remember the shaming and the pain too, but the love gives them room to be seen, room to breathe. That's how I know it's the way forward and backward and in and … Continue reading What I Remember

Pass It On

Everywhere I go this week life seems to be offering me a hand, a smile, a sunny day, an invitation. It's easy to accept (or sometimes even expect) this kind of "help." Perhaps we've been extra good citizens or gone out of our way to be helpful or something like that and we feel deserving … Continue reading Pass It On