“Is love…
Sweet love…
It’s the only thing that there’s just…
so little of…”
This song is playing in my head as I wait for a train on my way to work.
Who are we choosing to be today?
How do we show up in the world?
Sometimes I want to hide from the world.
Hide from the hate.
Hide from the anger.
Hide from the poison.
Hiding my soul.
Protecting my spirit.
Healing is a journey inward…
When you spend time healing you… you will be surprised how it can help others.
The Writer and The Story 