Welcome. It's Story Time. Some time ago infinity plus one, Err'thang was perfect. It just was. You couldn't find a more perfect place for the sun to rise or set. How about moonlight on the face of the ocean as mammals rose out of the ocean into the air. I think thats then time was created to savor this moment in time. It's no secret Weeping Willow Trees cry tears of joy always and forever in gratitude and in silence. There is a bit of tea to spill for those of us prone to know sweet details of a love affair. Here you go sip on this. A love affair began when thunder releashed the rain, drop, by drop, each fell rapidly and with passion carving out the face of mountains. In my meditation there are times i let my fingers trace my face tiny movements let my face be the mountain, let my fingers be as rain let my love story flow. Something as tiny as raindrops with courage to write story's on mountains.
The darkness of soil its brillance to grow what comes to it from beneath or above it will harvest some kind of way on any given day. Timeless and unguarded the earth intertwined , interconnected reliant on self and others. Did you know a family of trees will cry when another tree has fallen. The crying goes around the world until every tree has cried. Crying is a universal language. What happens to that fallen tree is what happens in love the ground wil embrace and make it anew something different and the same. We can know infinity plus one memory was born.
The story of people in our perfectly broken ways of being. Perfectly broken waiting to be made whole again as we came on this journey: To Take What is Broken and Make Whole I am Storyteller. Discovering and sharing Q & A What's It Like to Be Human?