alternative title: Look A Little Longer

I am not a person of few things

When anything less than tremendous loss felt like nothing at all.

Some call it carelessness.

No matter what.

Stories of grace and forgiveness and mercy and love. Maybe.

Worthy of what?

The journey back

Lack is not shameful. It is the missing piece to compassionate community.

“If you ever miss yourself, just watch this.”

Goodness is not always measured by longevity.

We try. We try so hard.

Sometimes sorrow slips out silently...

There is no guarantee of success just by trying.

I opened my eyes to look at what I was told should never be.

I remember it now as the wish of someone who somehow knew before experience, it is not the beauty that fades but the beholder that forgets.

There is a fullness required in living; an admission of every experience.