The Value of Knowledge

I have struggled to find my voice throughout much of my life. I am always intrigued by the voice of the eight year old girl hidden inside of me who died to be Diana Ross. The little girl decked out in a pink jumper and brown cowboy boots posing in EVERY picture. Is that voice, those experiences still there? Or what about the voice of the little girl that comes from a bruised and battered place. How am I affected daily by the voices I hear, the voices I feel, and the voices that welcome a chance for communion? No, I'm not crazy, just curious about the voices that converge to make me me. I am hoping to find these voices and use them to feed my need for knowledge, beauty, and understanding as I share my words, my research, my questions, and above all my soul.

Ummmmm. I smell the rich scent of coffee. I taste the textures of the deepest of chocolates. Isn't it wonderful to be here, in this place, in this moment in time? Isn't it lovely. Welcome.