Looking Back
It’s good to reflect on the past every now and then. I keep memories stored in my pocket and in folders. In fact memories are always with me. They remind me of who I am and who I’m not. It highlights my past. The beautiful parts are covered in orange. I imagine cherries and pink, white, and yellow flowers resting in waters alongside my words.
The Beauty of Work
For the past two years every job has been an opportunity for me to open up, and see God more. In security I met Paul and John. Saturday mornings will never be the same without them. Thank you Lord for the time we shared. In substituting I chased balloons, bubbles, and falling bags of joy. Children are fragile and often forgotten. I need them in my life.
I forget all of the things I love
Like earl grey tea with milk,
Riding in the car at dawn watching the sunrise,
A good book,
The wide open space,
My guitar…
