Lately it seems I have been hearing a lot of people talk to me about the stories of what we do and how it makes work compelling and gives it more life. Our story is after all what is infused into the meaning of truth. The truth of your reality
The Tiger still wanders…… Why cant you sense me? Why do you hide in the shadows? I fear I will never meet you. I am loosing fate that my heart can be soothed. I am becoming hardened. Time passes and you are not here, I am sad, I
I have been missing you. Feeling like so much is moving in my life I can barely keep up. Wondering how you are doing? The part of you that is a mystery will always remain a mystery. I accept that truth and am grateful to understand any part of you.
