Hoppy Easter

The resurrection of Jesus. Opportunity to resurrect ideas, goals and relationships. But I need to do something different. To reset myself and truly appreciate at that I have and all that I am. As of late I have continue to pray for The Syrian people and for the severely mentally ill man I saw on Wilshire Blvd, who was nearly naked rifling in trash. His tattered and rip clothes representing his internal suffering. For my mother, who as a child, moved around a lot. A scared kid who had no say. A briar patch of sadness that I will hop out of. Zaijian.


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