A poem to the plane in the sky or a metaphor for what’s left of our humanity

“… born of our
own …”

Finding the center

That moment when sunshine taps you on the shoulder and the warmth radiates throughout your body – letting you know that all things do work together for good. I looked up, inhaling deeply feeling compelled to pause as I allowed myself to be engulfed with a cavalcade of emotions, recollections and it was at thisContinue reading “Finding the center”