June 14, 2000: Three brothers
A copper head snake visited me first thing yesterday—today a snapping turtle…some people would look at this then quickly walk away. My choice is to visit what the forest is saying to me. Cherished are the moments when three completely different worlds meet in the middle—the hidden message: I fear my own fear…fear not the fear that’s fearing way has shamed a life it can’t control. Belief in one’s self cannot materialize if fear and shame follow the trail of love—therefore any act of courage that may lead to a strong foundation is damaged before purchase. The sun falls to the earth each night for no other reason than to make room for the moon. Stop being the bystander who documents only the dreams that come true—write about dusk meeting dawn.