This morning the air was so fresh as it hung over my bed. It was almost so fresh I couldn’t stand to breath it in for fear that it would be too fresh. Too clean. Too lovely. Instead I gratefully drank it up.
Being asked by younger women how I handle tough situations makes me feel useful. I was useful again today and am so grateful for the questions and for being able to use my beautiful and difficult life to share.
Now and then the words pour forward and when it happens in my journal in my own handwriting, I am restored.