It began with meeting you in unexpected places . My heart rising to the surface and bits of my soul exposing it’s weaves of color and textures gathered through the ages . Questions and acceptance , not always in that order , came with each breath . And each breath has a purpose.
Deep breath in so as to welcome the sights of love which sometimes masquerades as rebellion . Deep breath out so as to give delight alive in courage . Have you stood in the silence of your breathing and listened ?