awomanwe are all desperate to anchor our souls to something we can trust wont change.May 4, 2019May 4, 2019
awomanA primal pain etched in the coding of my being Moans all year and wails in June that leave from the…May 4, 2019May 4, 2019
awomanThe language of the soul.If it had a mouth.. it would have used words. It would have sung, haya ala alfala7 The language of the soul When it looks to connect to…May 4, 2019May 4, 2019
awomanOn the tarmac, minutes before take off I use my phone to hotspot my kindle.This is the second time this lady, Elif, writes to my soul. First as 40 Rules of LoveMay 4, 2019May 4, 2019