March, 1998
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A wild and terrible celebration of self
that cannot be shared;
deep and black, mischievous;
mysterious;
that part which compiles
keeps itself hidden.
Come share with me, myself;
That person who shares this secret with me
treads softly
and listens to those silent gestures
and responds and allows me freedom
encourages my secret
and shares it.

Check-In
Follow Your North Star
This past month has been one where I’ve felt a little lost, even while I felt like I knew exactly where I was going. I did all the ‘right’ things; crossing all the T’s and dotting all the I’s but I felt a little empty and inadequate at the end of every day. Too much on my plate and no brakes to say ‘no.’ I was sorry every week to miss the opportunity to say ‘Hey’ to you guys.