I have been waiting for this day * I will read this over and over to let it sink in, I am so grateful
Dawn
The first traces of light dance faintly against my eyelids, and this body is stirred to waking. Where does the light end, and the eyelids begin? Where is this point of communion, this marriage that births the child of waking? Have you ever tried to find it? I am…
You are so eloquent, I here it, but I feel a deep river ahead of me to forge, slow and easy.
on The Iceman