Yes, I know already. It happened. Again. You don’t need to say it. It is already quite clear. It is no longer morning. And, it is a day late for Sunday. So be it. Though I could, I won’t blame it on the holiday. I was working anyway. Someone must, right? And with that, the…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 4.9.17
In the moments words began to appear here, for me, the sun was just gathering up to rise. I cannot say what time it will be when this message reaches you. As with most things, I don’t think that matters as much as we might think. So. For this morning, what then? What will it…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 4.2.17
What a thing it is, to never grow tired. It may have never been done entirely, but I can personally attest to small scale wonders of such. Some way, somehow, some things never grow old. Even as flesh and mind does.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 3.26.17
Time does not heal all wounds. Time heals no wounds. It can only numb. Emotional Novocain. Time, by itself, can do nothing aside from distance you from the moment in which such an incident occurs. The rest is on you. On me. Us. Apologies. I know I’ve quite positive on the outlook with these last…
