Our resistance
“We weren’t created to pay bills and die.”
However lucky I am to be able to pay bills, I can’t help but ache for the More. The Abundant. That Life we are meant to share together [instead of shoved inside cubes, inside cars, inside walls, inside strictures, inside structures — ].
Beloveds. Can we get together? Dare we bust the mold?
We’ll keep it simple. Let me serve eggs and coffee. You bring story and maybe some fruit.
It will be our resistance. Or, perhaps, our Insistence.
Life breaking through.