The one. The other half. That “you complete me moment”, that’s waiting on the other side of falling, falling, falling in love with that one person, who will give sense to all this senseless striving - swiping - ghosting - languishing. Darling, I am not the one. I could tell you that
honestly, i am nobody Daughter of the Earth a former of formless things an artist - activist? perhaps a volunteer so i've been told i am a question asker seeking a space to hold don’t follow me i am lost, it appears but do walk beside me i’
life as a fluid motion prayer
Confessions of a climate consultant now walking the path of Medicine Woman
a prayer
I prayed for a Hero. The chosen One to lead us from chaos to balance. I waited. None came.
Confessions of a climate consultant