Love:language

I see you as perched in between. You are in a very fragile place. And I was there 20 years ago, and a voice said to me, you will do somewthing that will make you rich, and change the world, and it wasn’t my voice, it was outside of me. And I was in a fragile place, and I just kept following the breadcrumbs, like about 30 small revelations. And now I’m solid. Now I have this thing that is very real.
I feel a warmth toward you. I don’t know where it comes from. I see you perched on this line. And this incredible fragility. And I know if you follow that, if you stay in that fragility, you will find yourself somewhere. And I can imagine its very painful for you. Its a painful place to be. And there’s nothing I can do for you.

That is reosnant with me. That hits me on a level that’s below my personality, below my self awareness, but its true.

About noah crowe

I was born without a name. Later my family named me Noah Crowe. Crowe is my father's last name. I am an artist. Rather, I am a human being, seeking to know what I am. I am writing this blog to document my quest to know who I am in this world for my unborn son (and/or daughter). My father never passed on his journey to me, and I believe that it is story and ritual that informs our world; the worlds we live in, internally and externally. This is my way of giving myself, and my potential son, a window into this process of finding spiritual meaning and service in a culture that I find to lack the foundation of integration between the spiritual, the communal, and the societal.
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