“Why is My Life Like This?” Is the Wrong Question

Thinking too much about things. It’s a lifetime habit I have not yet entirely broken. Thinking has its place and I’m pretty good at it, truth be told. But as powerful as my brain happens to be, my heart is even better. When I seat my Self there, I am at my best. I can… Continue reading “Why is My Life Like This?” Is the Wrong Question

I Don’t Know Why You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello

Last things often precede first things. The last night in a familiar home precedes the first night of a new life in a new place. The last oatmeal cookie precedes the first taste of a new cookie never imagined before. The last time ever I saw this place, comes just before the first time ever… Continue reading I Don’t Know Why You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello