I work one job to feed and be fed.
I have reasonably clean water to drink.
I have reasonably clean air to breathe.
I have a warm place to sleep at night.
I am still here. I am still here. I am still here.
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I really want to write something tonight, but I find myself at a loss, with no serious thoughts/observations of my own to share – though I will nudge you toward reading this amazing post by Danielle LaPorte on building a spiritual practice. (So good!) I suppose I do… Read More