Surprised by Love
It started slow—a bead of warmth at the base of my stomach. It was an ordinary day, it may even have been a Monday, but this detail escapes me. There was nothin...
It started slow—a bead of warmth at the base of my stomach. It was an ordinary day, it may even have been a Monday, but this detail escapes me. There was nothin...
Love make me bolder. Bold to take myself less seriously, so to take beauty, kindness, mercy, more seriously. Bold to recall, under the tyranny of all our applie...
I wake up, it’s light, there’s a slight wind slipping through the trees, and above these, is that purity of blue that arrives with a clear morning. ...