When Hope Is Not Pinned Wriggling Onto

I Worry That Jesus Drinks Himself To Sleep When He Hears Me Talk Like This.

All Those Years I Fell For The Great Palace Lie That Grief Should Be Gotten Over As Quickly As Possible And As Privately. But, What I've Discovered Is That The Lifelong Fear Of Grief Keeps Us In A Barren, Isolated Place, And That Only Grieving Can Heal Grief. The Passage Of Time Will Lessen The Acuteness, But Time Alone, Without The Direct Experience Of Grief, Will Not Heal It.

At Our Most Primitive We Are Storytellers And Dancers.

Expectations Are Resentment Waiting To Happen.

I'm One Of Those Religious People Who Are Afraid Of Everything. I'm Instantly Worried About Everything That Could Go Wrong.