How We Got Here

How We Got Here

I woke up that morning, subdued. When I looked out through the curtains, I saw a lone pigeon perched on a wire, set against a backdrop of gold and orange and blue. I sighed, relieved. Sunrises do this to me. Next came a realisation that my rest was over. I had...
You’re It

You’re It

The real work of patience and of loving is on you, not the other person. It’s on me, not her, not him. Just to be clear, this isn’t a post about us versus God. It’s about our actions in relation to others’. “Sandra, pick up the piece of paper right under your chair.”...