Keith and I are praying over a host of notes I made this morning about my condition, my deficits, and my concerns. Taking brain surgery off the table, at least temporarily, was not on my dance card. I am sorely dejected. There is probably not...
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Keith and I are praying over a host of notes I made this morning about my condition, my deficits, and my concerns. Taking brain surgery off the table, at least temporarily, was not on my dance card. I am sorely dejected. There is probably not...
I often pray that I be used as a vessel. I think of that as my words, my actions, my energy being guided for good, a kind of conduit for goodness, light, strength, empathy…all the things. I pray that my dance studio be used as...
I mentioned yesterday in a blog post that I attend my very first writing workshop tonight…and that I’m nervous. I also noted that fear keeps us from our dreams, though, and I ain’t about that. From my mouth to God’s ears… Last night, I cooked...
Mondays should hold peace, not dread. They should be an optimistic look forward at all that’s in store for the week, rather than a reluctant look downward at my shoes as I muster the wherewithal to just get through the coming days. I want my...