I do not find my power in the grand gesture but in the subtlety, this space wherein truth lies. This subtle gesture of the nuance, held in the softness of it's beauty told is where the mystery lies, drawing myself to be known. This is the place where mystics dwell.
I do not look to find my meaning of who or what I am by others deemed, in what I do or how big it is laid upon the stage. The meaning of who I am is not for myself, held in that which is obvious to the world at large. It… Continue