Where I go to Fill my Tank
/It’s quiet when I slip into my chair. Quiet. I inhale deeply, drinkingthe lingering scent of incense. I have brought a book with me, but it sits unopened on my lap. I don’t want to read. Instead, I just want to sit here and take it all in. Here is the answer to my oft-repeated plea. Here is strength and grace to live a life of love.
