Are we? I mean really. Communicating?
I dreamed a feeding tube was stuck in my chest. An old friend of mine has been sick. I so wanted to heal her. To feed her something from my heart.
My friend K (in response to my last post) said the part of us that creates is already healed,
and communicates with the part in others that likewise needs no healing...is already whole.
I put a poem for you fellow travelers to the side of this post. Thank you for being part of my communication community. (Community means "with unity")