Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting The soul that rises with us Our life's Star Hath had elsewhere its setting And cometh from afar Not in entire forgetfulness And not in utter nakedness But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home.
--William Wordsworth
The Characters
Gaia Hippie -- me Urban Shaman -- the husband Il Tonino -- my son
2 comments:
The hardest part, is making peace with the fact that you may not fully make peace with yourself.
What Korin said is wiser than what I wanted to say, which is that I'm hoping for more strength and peace for you.
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