Summer: Miracle Kit


Ah, summer.

Go ahead and pour, June.

I’m enjoying a breather.

Feeling rested, getting back to walking, the spinning in my head is slowing down.

I am beginning to feel whole again.

Ah, summer.

I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.


I am reading

The Miracle Morning: The Not-So-Obvious Secret Guaranteed to Transform Your Life (Before 8AM)
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