1629-1631

1629. Quiet morning knowing that my two loves are sleeping together a safe in bed and I still get a few hours of reading and coffee and chitchat with a friend far away

1630. Writing and reading, a bubbling up of desire for these things again since being off my medication. 

1631. The desire to be authentic. To be honest. To chip away these things that were perhaps instruments of performance and instead work from the heart to create and find rest in the goodness and the jobs God has already handed me.