These days when the torrents of grief flood deep, when sorrow pools like blood on the floor, in these days when I can do nothing but meet this moment, when I am too spent to say hello, love comes to meet me where I am.
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Our Hidden Heart
The human heartholds hidden treasures,entangled in our memories,fading, fading,as the sun sets,hidden from our sight.
Release your child-like essence within
Lately, I’ve been contemplating on where my next adventure in life is going to lead me. I gave the analogy at the office the other day that I am on a roller coaster ride with both hands in the air and the car is ready to take its first dip – taking me down fast.Continue reading “Release your child-like essence within”
