The beautiful movement of a swan on a lake is like a prayer moving towards the sky, heaven opens, we converse and for a while, something breaks, opens, is born, my heart opens…
~Like the swan I want to sing
I gently glide through life as a note upon the air
In a sea of people, there are those we feel pulled towards, our soul ‘mates’, many will come and leave and there are those most precious to our heart that will stay, and if they go they will return because they know we hold a key to each others happiness…
