The minute I start cataloguing someone else’s faults, I’m in tricky territory. The flaws I’m seeing in them are inevitably colored with my own shortcomings. Also? We are all expressions of the Divine, doing our best. If I forget this about someone else, I forget it...
No, I’m not talking about jumping out of a plane (no way) or wrestling porcupines (ouch) or running with the bulls in Pamplona (can you say shin splints?) I’m talking about something else altogether. Something much more daring. Picture this: I am sitting on a chair. I...
Subscribe to our Newsletter!
Get Melissa and Z’s insights on joyful living delivered to your inbox every week.
