They were mine once, in a dream …or was it in that other lifetime ? The heart must know . That’s where I’ll go to seek my wings . The sense of them wrapping around me gently and protecting my soul soothes me into sweet release . It is a difficult sort of freedom not…
Allowing oneself to be where the heart guides them to be . Is that wisdom ? One morning I awoke with discomfort in my mind , heart and , what I refer to as , my Soul . I argued with myself about taking the next step . What would…