Bear fruit.
Put on light like a garment, like a uniform.
That is the place to stop, and also the place to start.
Trish
Where do I start?
December 19,1966, 4:03am Anderson, Indiana, USA
Values. I hold them for people, for things. My cast iron pot as it bakes the most delicious bread holds mouth-watering value. My dog; though my stomach growls as I simply stoke her soft fur.
Values they are not a thing.
Things leave. Die. Become something else. Turn into the earth. Grow something else.
It’s the way the world has been created after all.
Values. A new year intention:
I intend to seek the divine in every moment.
I intend to be in my truth, living my values.
I intend to express myself authentically.
Are these valuable enough?
Can I go now, to play with my paints and pet my dog, and eat the thick slice of warm bread there, with jam and cream cheese?