You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
My stomach hurts. Right now. I over think everything. Do you know how many times I've written (and re-written) what you're reading right now? If I haven't erased it all to begin again - twelve.
Last week, I spent an hour explaining why I think I talk too much yet I refuse to write in my blog because I'm afraid my words will offend someone. Last year I told all of you, "Prayers are not recipes or formulas; they are love poems. They need not be factual, but they must be true." I like to think of each day as a love poem. This year I've spent a lot of time reflecting, a lot of time crying... a lot of time wondering if I'm the only one writing love poems.
Last week, I spent an hour explaining why I think I talk too much yet I refuse to write in my blog because I'm afraid my words will offend someone. Last year I told all of you, "Prayers are not recipes or formulas; they are love poems. They need not be factual, but they must be true." I like to think of each day as a love poem. This year I've spent a lot of time reflecting, a lot of time crying... a lot of time wondering if I'm the only one writing love poems.
Where
has
everyone
else
gone?
has
everyone
else
gone?
2 comments:
I'm here :) xoxo
Oh honey :(
I will listen to anything you say. And you are amazing! Say it all! Please!
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