I am a seeker.
My terrain: asphalt, train tracks and city streets. I am an urban love warrior finding joy on the sidewalks...picking discarded love up off the floor of the subway.
I am love.
Sometimes it’s difficult because everything is so hard, twisted and hidden from plain view. Still I seek. Still I love. I get tired. I need rest.
I crave the heat of the jungle and know there is healing when earth and mud is under my feet.
But Mama Gaia is this place too. She has not