I want to be a solar panel of my life, sharing the illumination I’d received that night in my sister’s living room. I was loved and therefore I love. Not just my own little family or my much, much bigger, loud Catholic family but that bizarre check out guy who mysteriously knows my name and the mom I see every day at school whose name I don’t know. I’m going to smile at her. She can choose to smile or not. Her day might be full of sunshine or she could have dog doodoo on her soul at 8:55 a.m. on any given day. I don’t know. But when I can, I’ll smile at her. * Loved this post from Ellyn Oaksmith on The Manifest-Station.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 06:45:00 +0000