Planting weeds of guilt or flowers of grace.
This morning, as I made my way towards the fields of coriander, I felt strangely disoriented, as though I had …
This morning, as I made my way towards the fields of coriander, I felt strangely disoriented, as though I had …
I sit here breathing… Curry soup is simmering on the stove and the snow is lightly falling, powdered sugar snow …
Didn’t mean to wander Didn’t plan to go Don’t remember packing How’d I sink so low? Used to be you …