Energy Is Everything. Rubbing Happy And Sad

Like Our Parents Always Told Us Not To Like Firefighters Warn Against We're Playing Games And Making The Rules Up As We Go We're Matching Warmth To Warmth Starting Fires Burning Wishes Into Our Skin We're Hidden Holding Forbidden Lights We're Children Whose Fathers Have Never Taught Never Touch But We're Finding These New Flames We Smother At The Sound Of Footsteps.

Where We Live In The World Is Never One Place. Our Hearts, Those Dogged Mirrors, Keep Flashing Us Moons Before We Are Ready For Them.

Teaching And Writing Are Separate, But Serve/feed One Another In So Many Ways. Writing Travels The Road Inward, Teaching, The Road Out - Helping Others Move Inward - It Is An Honor To Be With Others In The Spirit Of Writing And Encouragement.

I Love The Solitude Of Reading. I Love The Deep Dive Into Someone Else's Story, The Delicious Ache Of A Last Page.

Read, Read, And Then Read Some More. Always Read. Find The Voices That Speak Most To You. This Is Your Pleasure And Blessing, As Well As Responsibility!