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Are we listening to hymns of offering? Have we eyes to see that Love is gathering? All the words that I’ve been reading have now started the act of bleeding into one. So, I walk up on high and I step to the edge to see my world below. And I laugh at myself while the tears roll down, ’cause it’s the world I know. Oh, it’s the world I know.

I don’t see how I could ever go back to the place I use to live … alone and displaced in even the most crowded spaces and wholly unable to see the world through my own set of eyes. Not only is stepping to the edge and looking down below no longer scary to me, it is, perhaps the most peaceful and connective state of existence I be in.

I know exactly where my home is now …

… because I AM MY HOME!

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. If only I could “poof” this to all of you, I would. It doesn’t seem fair that I get to live this beautiful life on the edge of eternity with my little white balloons as I soar on the wings of angels. I did NOTHING to deserve it and everything to run away from it, yet here I am, anyway, an enigma and a miracle … “nothing, everything, and ALL of it” … but mostly God’s favorite daughter.