When the storm comes, let us not run away screaming, let us enter its path and sing an ode, dance a jig to its reverie and remember that we are all part of the storm. I believe it cannot be any other way, for if we imagine ourselves as somehow separate from it, we’re as blind as we are destructive to the truth … © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)