The real monastic walks through life with a barefooted soul, alert, aware, grateful, and only partially at home. ~ Joan Chittister
did you see that RB was on the other day? oh the memories.
i was driving in my car this morning and the exhaust from the car ahead of me was blowing in my face. i caught myself pretending i was smoking like i did when i was a kid waiting for the school bus and my breath turned white in the winter. ohhhhhhh, i want a summer night to sit outside and smoke so badly i thought i might break right there in the car.
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