November 7, 2024

I chased the moon across the sky last night.

Hours questioning whether I was driving into the darkness or through.

Prayers bouncing off of reflectors and tumbling into the gutter.

But the Sun resurrected Herself again this morning, regardless.

Dusting off the answer to the question I wasn’t asking.

Conversation With A Dear Friend

November 6, 2024

"When I’m lost, I ask myself, ‘what would God do?’

But that feels So Big and I feel so small. 

So instead, I ask myself ‘What would Love do?’ 

and that somehow feels so close, 

like a smile slipping home to my lips

...and I can just reach out my hand.

After all, they are the same.” 

-conversation with a dear friend.