Friends, I’m sitting and writing a lengthy post I’ve been trying to get to for several days with school and the end of the term
Category: 2020
doing the little things I can, making small steps forward with my health, rejoicing in simple but perfect blessings . . . grateful for my smurf life.
If I could tell the world just one thing It would be we’re all okay And not to worry because worry is wasteful And useless
changing my word.
As I wrote in my previous post, I got REALLY sick earlier this month and will be on IV therapy for the next several weeks
recovering and celebrating.
In these bodies we will live. In these bodies we will die. Where you invest your love, You invest your life. Awake, my soul, awake,
life is pain, highness.
Life is pain, highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something. Wesley, The Princess Bride Sometimes life just has to hurt like hell. And
this morning, in the south, our eyes are watching God
They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against cruel walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure
the autoimmune hippie. 