Ah my childhood street, it still feels like home even in the caffeinated early morning darkness, many years later. I've been talking to a young woman, and my achy heart feels like it's gushing with emotion, and my extremities are in a cold sweat. In the past this...
Silky Burnside
Coach
Jesus Christ
When unopenable doors fall open
The loving afterglow of mindfulness coursing through my nervous system illuminated the early morning silence. I was now visualising myself sitting on a couch together with Jesus in heaven, watching my childhood on television. Contemplating the facial expression of God...
Lord, what shall I do?
"Lord, what shall I do?" "Tom, give your gift to the world. I will be your strength".
No man is an island
I don't often break routine and go to a new place, so it felt like a holiday. The air was cool, but the sunlight was warm. This time last year, I would have been triggered by Valentina's attitude. Maybe I do feel vaguely disrespected. The best advice I ever got about...