Time can do wonders for the soul revealing a beautiful human experience. But, it can also erode what we were born with, humility. Naked and helpless, we cried for our mothers knowing only vulnerability. Overtime we cocoon our true selves and attach to a story, which can restrict and limit us. Punish us. Imprison us. How do we accept ourselves without self importance?
Read MoreI dreamt a giant buck passed 3 feet in front of me into the crepuscular light, hooves silently floating over the white, open landscape. He looked at me with no expression.
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