you are love

and the quiet resistance of coming home to yourself

I used to be bitter, jaded by the realities of a life I didn’t ask to be brought into. Always a little too aware for my age and my circumstances, I felt at times like I was born with that ever-elusive third eye that the wanna-be gurus are always talking about. And with it, I indeed saw the wisdom of the world, but too soon and too abundantly I saw how i…