Sometimes…
Sometimes I forget.
And then I Do… worry ensues. Anxiety. Cares. Frustrations. Heaviness. Burdens. Hard to breathe. Fighting hopelessness. Despair. Like real foes – it’s almost tangible when they enter the room.
Sometimes I remember.
And then I Be… fully present where I am. With others. Engaged. Refreshing. Lightening. Glimmers of hope & peace that never totally go away emerge…
i was here. and i can forget often myself.
My friends and I were here . . .
aka journey of life and faith, not for the faint-hearted. Or maybe it is and that’s the point….? No. Infusions of another kind come when my heart grows faint and I realize it’s the journey.
I was also here. That is all.
i was here… and i’ve also been there:)
I was here and I forget often