Do you ever wonder: who is the real you? I certainly have wondered who is the real me! (And although I will repeatedly use the … Continue reading
When I’m struck by fear or shame
at what I am or what I’ve done,
I try to think of how I’m made
of blood and neurons, flesh and bone.
“People …. pass by themselves without wondering.” “People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at … Continue reading