I’m writing the part of my book in which I began teaching at a community college at 25 years old. I’m thinking about God. I’m thinking about passion. I’m thinking about the ecstasy of love.
I remember being 16 years old and praying for Iraq in puddles of my own tears on my bedroom floor.
In three weeks I get to board a plane and concretely begin my journey to Iraq.
I’m overcome with love for God. My spirit is in a permanent shout of “Eeeeeeeeeeee!”
Blessings as you seek your own “Eeeeeeeeeeee!” hahahaha!