Last week in sea island and the breeze blows strong- I hold wooden rosary seaside and ask the breeze to blow away the‎ ashes burning new depths, shedding tears I cry that carry the suffering of...myself... I can't point to actually what the suffering is, and that makes me laugh, hmmm..

In another paradox,- a blessing- to know only god to praise as all down time is all consuming fighting the fears and demons that sneak in like the snake and here I am present to others- distracted to self.

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Oh but isn't the serpent in some way speaking in everyone's lives, cancer, death, shame, ‎ divorce? 

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Am I being asked to dig deeper, grateful I am to

Receive thy will which prepares me for the unknown whose glory will fill all I empty of. 

Love overflowing, spills out today---

-kmg2016