I'm grateful. For a multitude of things. I'm writing to remember just how full of great things are at this very moment. I had a relaxing Sunday with an old friend who came to visit. She and I sat comfortably in a corner of a bookstore for a good hour exploring the spiritual world through text. It was nice. Really nice.

"We carry around in our heads these pictures of what our lives are suppose to look like, painted by the brush of our intentions. It's the great, deep secret of humanity that in the end none of our lives look the way we thought they would. As much as we wish to believe otherwise, most of life is a reaction to circumstances." -R.P. Evans

I don't give up on anything I really care about easily, but it's been hard. It's like I'm trying to swim against these huge waves that keep pushing me under - I guess my lifeguarding certification has expired? Do you have to get those cards renewed?