I just finished reading the December issue of The Sun, and my spirit is settled like it hasn’t been from something I read in a long time. I feel like I’ve just risen up from sivasana and am more rested than I’ve been in days.
The stories read as pieces of life, not crafted gems of Faberge that take all of the energy of a million oppressions to create. . . they’re real, beautiful, and even inspiring – something that bends my little idealist heart with glee.
So check it out and enjoy. The Sun