Here are the bills again. I always dread them a little. They are familiar presences: first in the mailbox, then in the drawer, now on the desk. Services Rendered. My life is dependent on services rendered.... Please... Guard me against the arrogance of privilege, against the indulgences of feeling that I don't have enough, and the poverty of spirit that refuses to acknowledge what is daily given me. Keep me truthful in knowing where I spend, where my values actually are. Gunilla Norris
- for the journey...