some roots still linger in new england.

Yesterday, sitting on the steps in Union Square, I think I began to forgive New York.

If nothing else, I could acknowlege its beauty - always a first step toward love for me.

And, now, as I drive north, further into New England, I reflect more on beauty, history, the past. It's rich, it's a part of me.

Increasingly I hope for simple things: obedience, purity, forgiveness. I hope to learn to forgive, move on, move forward.

I anticipate honesty and honest wrestling. I anticipate victory within my soul; to live so free, I am not even bound to freedom.

These hopes come out of a quiet written prayer, YWHY, I am willing to take you seriously.