I once knew a woman who celebrated Easter, focusing on the Resurrection, with unusual zeal. I discovered why. But even those of us who are not fugitives, convicted felons, in need of new life, commit crimes against ourselves; others; the universe; and children, all of which deserve perfect Love.
It is spring. May you play in the rain, dance with the wind, enjoy the sun on your cheeks and, yes, discover new life. When spring turns to summer, I’ll write again and hope to find you well. I’ve become a seasonal blogger. Thanks for reading. XO.