Write like a flare
behave as air
teach my soul to breathe
And take me eye level with your Mother God.
I’m just feeling my way without a map or a GPS.
I woke this morning to the question of where is my heart’s compass pointing to?
“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also…”
I am in a state of transition as I write these words… in search of the answer to where is my heart’s Due North?