I miss me. I have discovered that I wasn’t as nice as I thought I was. Really. At all. A disturbing fresh image of the reality of me.I am convinced that nice is who I want to be though. And kind. And helpful. But love is the light that lights my path. This morning LOL. JK, hopefully forever. I don’t want to be a poltergeist. I want to at least have a purgatory option, not straight to hell. I want to love God. Honor the faith of Abraham. Honor the faith of Jesus. I love the traditions I see in Catholic masses. I want to be a part of it. Desperately. I’m a long way from being in the right heart place. But I can turn to love. Just love. I’ll turn my face toward her warmth and when I can’t see straight from another injustice, I’ll check for the feeling of warmth, sun on my face and know I’m heading the right way. Know that I am running to a worthy cause. A noble existence. A helper. And possibly a person who helps set things straight. In love. In kindness. I am strong. I am passionate. An incredible and possibly fearsome fighting desire for right. To make some things right.
Train Bumor 