It’s all available to us, and maybe therein lies the solution… and the problem.
Trance Blackman Posts
Gone, maybe, but the story continues. What may seem dead, provides a home for critters and bugs, a dance partner for the wind, a daily…
Our battles are our own. Though the external swirl and circumstance informs and challenges our notions, ultimately the war is within.
I do miss the rain But I do love the sun What’s with me again Was never undone Storms come and go Moving earth moving…
Life will always build bridges and roads from you, to you; you can venture far into the depths or across time and dimension, yet upon arriving (or returning?) there again you find more of you. But now, you see more.