surrender
Just watch it. It’s pure magic.
I found this written in an old journal today. The author is unknown. “A hundred years from now it will not matter the sort of house I lived in, what my bank account was or the kind of car I drove, but the world may be different because I was important in the life of…
It is such a misguided notion to believe there is any other place to be but this one– the sweet smell of rain (the droplets falling on the very paper on which I was writing this), surrounded by poetry. A church bell chimes nearby and machines whirrrrrr all around me. The cacophony of seagulls crying…
Miss A is hoping to take a service learning trip to Costa Rica in the spring. She’s asking for contributions in lieu of Christmas presents this year. It’s not a vacation. She’ll be working and learning Spanish over spring break. Thanks for considering!