Jeromy Johnson | April 26, 2011
Share I was once at a wedding at which an incident occurred; in fact, it was more an event. The wedding breakfast was over and the music had begun. An older woman was there. She was a quiet person who kept to herself, a shy country woman who was invited because she was a next-door [...]
Jeromy Johnson | January 1, 2009
Share If our hearts were our outside bodies, we would see crippled bodies transform into ballet dancers under the gaze and in the embrace of Love.* When you are touched by Love, it reaches down into your deepest fiber. When you are loved, your heart rushes forth in the joy of the dance of life.* [...]
Jeromy Johnson | December 9, 2008
Share I was once at a wedding at which an incident occurred; in fact, it was more an event. The wedding breakfast was over and the music had begun. An older woman was there. She was a quiet person who kept to herself, a shy country woman who was invited because she was a next-door [...]
