When I was little and felt like running away, my dad would grab my hand and say, “Here…I’ll go with you.” Together we’d wander through the mists and ponderosa pine forests of California’s foothills until there was nothing left to do but go home. Today is one of those days. Not so different from any…
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Fuel for Life
What drives me onward is not the will to have but the will to give. My capacity for love is the result of what I invest in others, not what they invest in me….