November 7, 2018

It continued to niggle at me...  I am the boy, I am the boy...
Finally, in a meditation, he came to me.  He couldn't have been more than three and, he skipped in a circle around me, blonde hair flapping along, singing "I am the boy-oy... I am the boy-oy..." 

And then, the information came raining down, as if I had tossed a large pile of paper into the air.  Images, words, pieces of a thought or a memory, began falling all around me.  Little bits of a "something" each placed onto what seemed like pieces of transparency film.  Now, all I had to do was figure out how to put all the layers together... 

It had been several months since He left and the hole in my heart had finally...

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When you come to the edge of all the light you know,

and you are about to step off into the darkness of the
unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen:

There will be something solid to stand on

or you will be taught how to fly...

- Barbara Winter

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