Precious

Life is precious. Practice love, love your people: be willing to Move through landscapes With or without them. Hold reverence for time; Respect there are no timelines and that love doesn’t acknowledge now or forever. Instead, trust all things come back someday, No matter how long it takes your people To forgive or come back…

At Home in Snow

      We met north of the city. Outside, the church doors were locked and no wonder, it was a Monday. We both missed morning mass. It was the holidays, December, and this time of year seems to both rekindle and revoke my nostalgia for home. Dad rolled down his window to greet me…