I bid farewell to 2016, year of the number nine. I release you to the universe and welcome in continued growth, and wish all things well for 2017, year of the number one. May we all be gifted with renewal.
Only once in an eternity does God launch this kind of heart-rocket. How could I turn away? I suddenly felt compassion for my friend, struggling as he was to find his faith in love after such a tremendous loss.
Grace finally comes. Not in a peaceful, quiet hush. But in the arms of panic attacks and the inability to pretend to have it together for one more fucking second. Who knew grace would show up like that?