The Invitational Hand
Have you ever met the girl with the invitational handt? Her soul flows from her in a joyous stream and when you meet her, I promise that you want to run to her, stretch out your arm, and fill your little cup from her running waters.
She is an abundant soul, consumed with learning how to love, and consumed with giving love away.
The Invisible Sheep
The haybales lay like fat pastured sheep in the field.
They had replaced livestock with produce, produce with miles and miles of nutrient deficient fields, and fields with long, windowless barns.
They still ate sheep. They still grew fat sheep. But they did it all invisibly.…
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