Happiness… Hit her like a train on a track.
Coming towards her, struck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over
Once upon a time, a very wise bishop counseled me that once I had reconciled something with myself and with God, if I continued to worry it, to hold it, to devote energy to it, I was denying the power of forgiveness. Whatever it was that had previously defined me, in handing it over and receiving absolution, it was no longer mine. It was time to move on, to set that burden down and walk on into the rest of my life.
I think I’m there again.