My friend is sitting by his bedridden mother’s side, being with her. It’s almost like she waited for this moment so that she can spend time with her son. When he was ready to transform his life and love himself enough to ride the road to recovery. I’m not professing to know the spiritual nature of things and the story behind the masks, however, this is the pattern that emerges from me looking in. The ,love and…
I write! I write about life, love, relationships and fear. To find the freedom, whatever that may be…