I have a confession: sometimes sadness rages.

This goes out to all of my friends who have experienced the reality of life drowning out parts of who you once were.

This goes out to all of my friends who don’t laugh as hard or as loud or as often as they used to.

Gratitude and Grief hold on tight to one another as beautiful dance partners, the dance teaching me and comforting me and executing joy. I am invited into the dance and held in perfect peace and freedom.

This goes out to all my friends who are full but never quite satisfied.

This goes out to those whose path has taken unexpected twists and turns along the way.

I have a confession: I have been spent most of my life hiding in false and incomplete identities. 

I have a confession: I am not going to try get rid of distractions. 

I have a confession: Sometimes I react instead of respond. 

As I have been thinking about the idea of learning to walk, this song has been on my heart. 

I have a confession: Sometimes I get impatient and rush ahead. Sometimes I get scared so nothing. 

As I process choices and outcomes, it is not so much the ‘Why’ that matters; it is the ‘What’.

Do you remember those “Choose Your Own Adventure” books? Sometimes I wish that life were like that . . . Or, maybe it is.