Amore Ardente

If God is an ocean, then we must be bound to the first wave of disciples to reach the shore. If God is the nighttime sky, then we must be that peaceful star just passing by.

The ocean and its golden sunlight cloaks me in its tender warmth, while the sky turns into a multitude of watercolors of lilac, crimson, and sparkling sapphire. What is this place? It’s a whole other world.

Sitting on the edge of old age allows us time to lament over our youth and weep.

Rather than set a trap of always being right before others, extend a hand of openness, consideration, and compassion.

At the end of a long pilgrimage filled with immeasurable moments of struggle, heartache, and joy, rests the sublime soul of a mother fully prepared for an encounter with God.

Hope makes mountains rise above clouds of discontent

Seek the wisdom of the ages, but look at life through the eyes of a child

The power of touch can profoundly strengthen human connection

Blessings,