True story. I was shopping today at the restaurant supply store. A checker (who is older than me, by the way) I’ve seen many times over the years asked me if I always wear my hair this way. (you know… undyed, twisted up in a bun) I smiled and said, “Yes, I do.” He said, “It looks so nice. You remind me of my grandmother.” I smiled. I think I looked down. (wincing and smiling) He said, “No, no, no. That’s the highest compliment I could give you. Really.” I tucked my debit card into my wallet… picked up my…
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More or less. That’s what we have on this earth: a few decades, more or less. And I’m beginning to see that the more or less depends not so much on length of time or number of decades as the use of the days and time in each decade. My friend sent me a song… “A Life Profound” by Mica Lee Williams. I listened. I listened again. Because we’re not really familiar with her music, I’m not sure I, or my friend, would likely recommend all of her music or style or spiritual position… I just don’t know. But there’s something…