I have sat in the presence of my own personhood and drank the robust wine of my own thoughts and laughed hysterically at some humorous memory that i could only but share with no one but myself for a whole year.. while on my unique journey in the States.

I have loved and lost and succeeded and failed and at the end of it all.. with a few less hairs and few more wrinkles... i am whole. Complete in nothing and no-one other than the contentment of being myself.

To everything there is a season.. and everything in its own time blooms in that season, not before and not after....