antoniaterrazasWhen we leave this place, we must each find our true path. We must walk alone.
But now and then we may meet.
When we meet, may we offer each other the bread of our being.
And oh, my brothers, and oh, my sisters, if you hear me plunging wildly, despairingly, through the thicket, call out to me. Calm me.
And if you find me sleeping in the snow, awaken me, lest my heart turn to ice.
And if you hear my music, praising the mornings of the world, then in that other time, in the blackness of my night, sing it back to me. -- Barbara Rohde
- laraelena130o0o0o you diggin the presbys sometimes? 😍🤓😘
- antoniaterrazas@laraelena13 our staff retreat was held there YA NERD
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