Children have 100 languages- and so does light. Perhaps everything has it's very own 100 languages to describe what it is, what is sees, what it feels, and what it knows.
Tonight I was walking by Nancy's room and it pulled me in with a deep, peaceful force. At first I just stood in the doorway, looking, and then I sat down and It was like I could feel her. I sat there, still as maybe I have ever been before, forever. It was like in … Continue reading Walking by her room at night.