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