My hole underground is warm and full of light. Yes, full of light because it is painted in shades of the truth that can't be seen with the naked eye. The truth is the light and the light is the truth. And just in case you're not ready to see...here are a pair of shades.
05 August 2015
Are You Ready
Over the years, I have used this space for many things. A place for personal testimony. For grief. For joy. For all the things that I felt and needed to place into words. As I move forward, I once again rededicate this space that exists in no space but the webs that link me to the rest of the world, as one for the stories I have collected in my short but varied life. I will build a monument to the stories I have collected on my journeys. Some of them are my own. Others I have borrowed from the travelers I have met along the way. Stories of hurt. Stories of triumph. Of adversity. Stories about life in all its tones and textures for the world to see, to feel, to know.
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