I got caught up in a circle of thoughts last night. Four completely different walks of life having an open conversation about the existence of God. The most inspiring part was how nobody raised their voice or felt as if they had a better God. My side of the journey put focus on how I love documenting thoughts. The existence of God isn't always about the moment but rather the challenges and changes that may be headed your way and because you took the time to take note of something moving through you... It's that existence of God on paper that teaches the injured soul that you have the proper tools to lift your light again. Today I go back to Easter Weekend 2016. A morning walk through McDowell Park in North Carolina. For the first time in my nearly 35 years visiting this particular place I happen to take note of three white teacup roses. Nobody dropped them. They were firmly attached to the planet. And very vibrant with energy. Learning from that existence of God is today's step toward putting peace inside the pieces.