For every two steps forward, if I take one step back, am I waltzing through life?
Might as well turn the stutter into a dance…forgive the process for its imperfection and enjoy it…
There is so much love around. I can see it everywhere. I can hear it in the mouths of those around me. I can hear it, somewhere, rattling around on the depths of my soul…swelling to come forth, yearning deeply to be breathed into being. How do I break apart this feeling into tender, sumptuous morsels? How can I spoon it into the hearts of those around me when I can barely keep the feeling from flying out of my throat like a feral cat?
Yo soy silvestre…but I am learning the dance…I will be tamed. I will come to the light. I will join the circle.
