We come with purposes written on our hearts, written on our souls.
We come to every new morning
With possibilities only we can hold
Redemption comes from strange places, small spaces
Calling out the best of who we are
I want to add to the beauty
To tell a better story........
*I do not know the author
Sometimes thoughts consume my mind, reflections, regrets, reminders.....that in order to feel, well anything, I have to get them out. My tendency is to call family/friends.....but reflecting on that, they may not fully appreciate (smile) having to sort through my randomness in thoughts...A need today arose in me to find a place for those thoughts. A place that doesn't consume my friends/family unless they want to come, to choose to sit awhile and well.......read, to float within my mind.