i get terrible haircuts

My soul chose yours. And a soul doesn’t just forget that.

When someone tells you the story of their suffering, they are probably still suffering in some way. No one else gets to decide what that suffering means, or if it has any meaning at all. And we sure as hell don't get to tell someone that God never gives anybody more than they can handle or that God has a plan. We do not get to cut off someone's suffering at the pass by telling them it has some greater purpose.

Because I am a woman who understands, I am asked to understand everything, to accept everything.

To think of her in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.

I am writing all this down in blue ink, so as to remember that all words, not just some, are written in water.