On a bus somewhere between Boston, MA and Niagara Falls, Ontario:
Just a little something I needed to hear today, to feel today, from a sweet friend who will take my call at anytime, who will listen to me without judgement and who will remind me of the goodness that lies within.
There is a really deep well inside me. And in it dwells God ... But more often stones and grit block the well, and God is buried beneath. Then God must be dug out again.
- Etty Hillesum