Wisdom- thought- they all come and go as to a whinsikle ‎ moment- 

Not the cornerstones of anything - almost tangible, like glass shattered in the movement that beholds the living day.

I seek to reach out to those stories- that like a bomb are dropped into the conversation and they leave space

I hold it in empathy and compassion and I see almost a minefield of conversations all one upping eachothers last explosions.

I seek to reach out to these stories and return to the giver with a sort of soul coaching, for at the tip of the tongue is what triggers this mindfield.... can a healing be here, can I also see the sifferings burning thru a wisdom in my offering if just my offering is the connection of a deeper love....

Amen I say upon you, 

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"sometimes u cry like a baby when god removes something or someone from your life, but you would cry a lot more if you saw the eternal harm your wrong attachments cause you. "‎. Fenelon