Where change is right now
My oldest son kissed me last night as we were laying down to go to sleep. He held my locks with both his hands and kissed me like he might never see me again, but with a serene smile across his face and his eyes in bliss.
I think we should live like that. Like kissing. Face to face with the world, taking in its breath, sending ours back. Touching just right.
Giving just enough and receiving everything.
Receiving just enough and giving everything.
