life has a funny, yet brutal way of bringing us back to the sore spots. sometimes, they’re so well masked we didn’t know they were still doing us harm, just beneath the surface of our process of clumsily clambering for understanding and self-realization….
when you love someone, do you require them to behave in a way you prefer, or would you rather they were their authentic self, warts and all?…
the forces of the universe support everyone, whether we like them, believe in them, despise them, fight them or love them….
love is a given, as is grace….
there is enough. everything else is a lie….