Many lost soul-pieces await restlessly to be acknowledged...just as the ruins of wrecked ships from long ago are waiting for the next storm to uncover them.
Where do dreams come from? At one point, I thought I could distinguish between the dreams of the subconscious and the dreams that come from a place entirely different — perhaps the place we inhabit before we are born into this world? I thought I could tell the difference between ...
On days when I choose to believe, I tell myself staying open is the only way for the forces at work to show and tell us things, things we need to have and hear when someone is no longer with us.