. . . breathing itself is a way of praise.

Reflection makes our own experience available to us in new ways.

You are held. You are accompanied. You are witnessed. You are loved.

Cease your striving. Breathe. Give it to God.

I know that Elders are not necessarily wise. But most Elders have something to teach.

The particulars in her memory were like jewels pulled one by one from a chest.

One of the many gifts we need from one another in the Body of Christ is a village to help raise the child.