I will, one day, enjoy telling the stories.
I intend to keep writing, revisiting the spaces in between, enjoying the way that lines can be drawn and erased, letting myself sing…because that is what is in my heart to do and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
If anyone is interested in what I’m up to…well, as I have certainly said before, I am easy enough to get in touch with.
By the way, nobody has proved me wrong re: possible proof of a universalist and ecosystemic God. Isn’t it interesting that nobody has, to my knowledge, even tried? Sad? Hopeful?