What I know to be true

When I glance over my forty-two years of life, I see how I have never had many friends, but that I have always had at least one, one who saw me, and loved me deeply. I will never be one with many friends. I travel mostly alone, and not that I do not desire to be close to another, but that I am from another … Continue reading What I know to be true

I am listening

In each moment do I come to know more fully what this is about, why I am here: To look and to see. To listen and to hear. It has been me all along. It is true. It has, and no one can show you the way of that. Some things we must come to know in that one moment when all aligns and receptivity … Continue reading I am listening