I hate being misunderstood. I hate suspecting something about someone and having to wait in order to talk to them to get the truth.
I hate being in that uncomfortable place where what I am faced with or my thoughts are unresolved...
Delighting in the Divine
Yes to freedom, yes to play and yes to celebrating the moment!
Sometimes I look at a bad situation and I start praying.
And that is the right response...
Last post talked about days I trudge through mud. I don’t want the implication to be that we just have to wait for joy to come back to us – I am just saying there are days when joy seems to be there waiting for me when I wake up, and others I really have to fight against a dark cloud.
So what are the things I do to fight?