One of my little bruises started giggling today. And I just didn’t know what to say. As the giggling continued, the black went away. And the blue, too.
And then everything started giggling with me. You giggling too. There are some moments that come, in gratitude, just to say…“it’ll all be okay.”
And I try to be love. I try to be free. And the giggling said I don’t have to try. I just have to see.
(from Michael of the Wisingwood)