Mom's lovely words still float me every October & keep me afloat through the year. In time, I'll be closer to where my higher power resides. A short essay.
It's October, at last! How cool... I've been trying to sync to the frequency of the universe; been having a parallel relationship with it. Won't you dance with me? It's my birthday month!
When you sport a crooked smile, get a wobble in your walk, quiver fevered, and shivers run down your spine, you need a breather. Hope this helps. xo