Drink of the Sun, and be Filled

Each ping heralds arrival of another email, another notification, another tweet or blog or task or event or responsibility or celebrity scandal and each increases that tightness in your back that you’ve grown so accustomed to that you forget it’s there. It’s there. And once you feel it loosen, you’ll realize just how hypertense these […]

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A sunrise doesn’t always bring warmth.   A symbol of hope doesn’t always give it.   The breath of the sun on my back only reminds me how cold I am inside.

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