Sunday Morning Thoughts: 8.5.18

Maybe it is the very question. That which pulls me back, week after week- with all the irregularities in between. Each time one of these begins, the wonder and worry of why plumes about my neurons.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.29.17

I don’t know about you, but for me, it doesn’t take much. Always a vastly easier task to let my mind spiral down than it making it march forward. Toxic thought, coursing about the unattended neurons. Any point in time. That which has, that which is happening and that which has not. And may never…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.8.18

Perhaps I don’t speak of my own fortune enough. Though it may not be something that is total luck responsible. I am grateful all the same.