Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
I led a memorial service tonight for a woman I do not know, with people I'd never met, in a place I'd never been. The spiritual life and practices of Linda or her chosen family and friends is unknown to me. I did a quick google search for her name and couldn't find anything. So I thought I would mark a space here on the internet and to simply say that she lived and died among friends and that we gathered together to pray and remember her life.
Everybody said she had a wonderful smile.