Dear friend:-
You're here finally and I bow to the one that brought you here. You're here because you chose to be here at this time. You're here to celebrate beauty through words we speak, through deep silence. We might call them poetry or songs or chants. It does not matter what we call them. What matters most is you're here. These words come through us like flowers come through plants, like the rains pour from the sky. May we all become the light we spread, the beauty we speak. Blessings.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
grace
When fear says you are not going to see the next sunrise and you do – when you have no idea how to move through a challenge that came your way and you do, then grace is working with you to smooth away the rough edges of this troubled world
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