Listening.

Oops…I did it again. And again. And again… I listened.  I heard the whisper, and I stopped to listen.  It was pleasant enough, at first–soothing, sweet…almost seductive.  It affirmed my suspicions.  Told me all the things I already knew.  It made me feel comfortable. But after weeks listening I began to slowly recognize the voice. … More Listening.

United.

A sweet, hunched-over old lady pushed her cart slowly and deliberately through the aisles of the commissary.  I had been stuck behind her in several aisles and I confess I was getting slightly annoyed at the fact that she appeared to be in no particular hurry.  Rolling my eyes and searching for the perfect moment … More United.