spiritual love

  • The Door I Open

    Good morning, sweet day. We rise with one foot in front of the other, stepping out onto the ledge of yet another beginning. Someone once asked me if I ever grow weary of starting over. No, I told them. Better to begin again, even from the ashes, than to rot in places that no longer…

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  • There are things I want to say that will never land. I can feel them, sharp as the moon on a windowpane, waiting on the edge of my tongue. I want to warn you about the road you travel, to lay a lantern at its mouth and tell you it is a trap. But some…

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