Angels & Olive Oil

I know if I hadn’t done it I would have asked myself that everlasting “what if?”, and that is not a fun open-ended question with which to live.

Climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro

In the midst of the positive thoughts that occupy my spirit and my mind, there exists a gnawing sensation letting me know it is time for something different to happen. I begin to think: “Something” is a vague word, so I must figure out what it stands for. “I need to go home!” I hear…