I plan to move in a couple of months–across country.  Thus I am sorting through papers.  I have saved much for many reasons–kids stuff, cards received that remind me I’ve been loved and appreciated, tiny bits of memories–friends, lovers, partners, children– and writing.

While I do not spend much time on each decision, I do often stare at scribbles with flashbacks and tears.  It takes the most yet tiniest NIT-picking (“next indicated thing”) amount of faith I have to pick up another piece, move to the box beneath and allow these memories to flow.

Going with the flow with Divine Whispers of wonder and stories of deep love.