The hardest thing you will ever do is tell yourself the truth. This is about that. Vulnerability, becoming comfortable with ambiguity and answers that don't always arrive when we think they should. Living in that liminal space, a threshold of not always knowing becomes a sweet spot, a place of opening again and again.
June 18, 2013 at 2:56 pm
I agree with Linda, so what she said. I keep hearing “The Talking Heads.”
May 22, 2013 at 3:39 am
Thank you, Linda! I always appreciate your observations and comments here!
May 21, 2013 at 11:40 pm
very mystical poem Susan, lovely…