Coffee with Kendyll was long overdue and raw. We found ourselves on the topic of drugs and our personal morality with it all. I'm thankful to have had personal experience screwing up where I can draw authentic conclusions about where I stand with drugs, alcohol, sex, slander, conflict.

Something I codified in my journal after the time with Kendyll and reading 3 Cups of Tea-
I pray for opportunities to share a pot of tea with people I most fear and do not understand. Surely such antiquated fellowship can bring a people so divided together on the most basic understanding of the human condition. This is believe to be true- you are my sister/brother, regardless of race or religion, status or gender, and I am to love you as such.

Ironically, one year ago today I met my Iraqi friends for the first time. I never knew how deeply they would change my life. They have captured my heart and dreams. I will never know who and what kind of influence certain people will have on my metaphysical and literal walk of life. I suppose one of the lessons learned is to keep your heart, mind, and hands open to new and relatively uncomfortable experiences.

I spent my evening all dolled up with friends bidding adieu to Sam. The party Tay and I organized was smashing and I haven't laughed that much in a while.

Full, full day.