like the requests at the beginning of this writing, but not always.
i reach inside and try to find that place of inner quiet. then i think of the people i love, or the people i work with, or the billions of people everywhere i will never know or love but who might have things they need help with. i ask for help and comfort and peace; like that moment when you are falling asleep and you are wrapped in a warm blanket, in a soft bed, and your body and mind are quiet.
thank you, higher power, for the opportunity to be part of something so much greater than i am, 