If we're not in touch with the authentic wants of the heart, when they are brutally cut off while we are but saplings searching for our way to the natural element of the sunlight, we're left with this void and a sense of urgency to make decisions. Then we hurry up to fill the void, and make a ...
How do we speak, not to the defenses and the armor, the puffed chests and bolstered cases, but to the innocent creatures beneath, rattled and confused? How do we step into the battlefield with curiosity, not to fight, but to call one another home? How do we call each other back to our own ...