Physicists say we are made of stardust. Intergalactic debris and far-flung atoms, shards of carbon nanomatter rounded up by gravity to circle the sun. As atoms pass through an eternal revolving door of possible form, energy and mass dance in fluid relationship. We are man, we are thought, we are story. We are all star stuff.
Sunday April 3, 2016 * One thing women give easily is love. It comes pouring, to our men, like rose petal rain right out of our hearts, maybe more than he can ever fathom, or return, and sometimes more than he deserves. All that for him but we don't have that love enough for ourselves, the source, the one who deserves it the most. If you want to be someone rare and magical, strong and powerful, try giving that love to yourself, and see what you become.