Dear Loco,
There have been so many deep conversations. And I don’t know why I’m resistant to admit, deep healing.
There’s something here about making plans and letting go. About ebbing or flowing like the ocean, and standing still like a pond. Doing what guides you. Life is so strange. We borrowed from nature but ascribed it to a bearded man in the sky. Somehow after it all that doesn’t seem so strange after all even if I’m more inclined to you in the sky.
So, I shall hold your hand and be guided. My familiar, my person, my family, my spirit guide.
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