There is a space, six or seven inches in length, (not that!) where I find my soul. I can be anywhere, doing anything, at peace at the beach, in the middle of chaos, it doesn't matter. If I'm fortunate enough, the space between my ears quiets down and all is good.
Doesn't happen often enough.
I hope you find yours, Jean, every time you look for it.
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There is a space, six or seven inches in length, (not that!) where I find my soul. I can be anywhere, doing anything, at peace at the beach, in the middle of chaos, it doesn't matter. If I'm fortunate enough, the space between my ears quiets down and all is good.
Doesn't happen often enough.
I hope you find yours, Jean, every time you look for it.
It is elusive, Michael. But, I keep trying.
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