I think I am going to start with the closer, smaller things first: those that I have loved since childhood but had been left there since, and the little parts of my day-to-day. One at a time. There is always the pressure to go bigger, do more, magis—but I have been learning that magis means more than that. More than simply more.
Today is a new moon. This month, I celebrated the completion of my twenty-first year in this existence. There are endings and there are beginnings.
The consistent is the Truth: hope, love, grace.
Many, many, many thanks.
From an undated journal entry