Though the stars have died let us bathe under their glorious light. What a spectacular view. And to be here with you? I am. Blessed. Come dance with me in the mourning. Time to open our minds to the journey. The one where we can be R e b o r n. Dance… Continue reading R E B O R N (Finding Purpose)
"Where does your head go when everything around you falls colorless and silent?" The little white owl asked Alice. Alice shook her head, sharply inhaled and replied, "Nowhere extraordinary but perhaps that's the point. Sometimes I draw it out... to give the colorless madness a voice."