Arch woke up wondering where he was. The cold was penetrating every pore of his body. He shivered awake, sitting up quickly, survival driving adrenalin into his system. And he couldn’t see anything except a thick grayness. He looked down…….
Is being Kind Normal?
How do we find it somehow in our best interest to be kind?
Is it the coming wintery storm making me so deeply reflective this evening? How do we make it so that compassion, understanding and generosity become the normal staple ruling all communication and conduct……..
Light bouncy bright, I don’t even drink, But I make believe.
Drugs and booze…..