This is not meant as a band-aid for blog some of my private, broken relationships. I have been living in a way that conceals my private struggles and pain so much that people might believe I have none. Last blog night I was confronted with the fact that perhaps appearances do matter more than I have allowed. I wish they would choose to share in it.
I know that my life is charmed beyond what I deserve, and I only wish more people I love could share in it. So I go about the business of choosing light, simmering in Love, and enjoying blog the life that has been given to me. Then I decide that really I care less and less about appearances these days. The idea has sometimes fluttered across my mind that this mantra gives me the appearance of being an ostrich, of burying my head blog in the happy sands and ignoring problems.