August 30, 2017
In a world of so many I find myself distant. To be hueman, I struggle to hold the capacity to grasp what that entails. Hmph, expectations. Hmph labels. So sure i’ll ask, am I hueman? My ancestors are you there? Growing up I’ve pondered over who you all were and if I resemble any before. I’m from a cluster of seven stars. Where my befores laid. I wonder if a Great has ever found themselves unattached and confused upon being birthed onto this earth. Did they just so happen upon Mama. A fellow wanderer, exhiled, a lotus flower. Oh I wish I knew who you all are. Perhaps we can exchange stories and mines would resemble yours. Or we’ll laugh the same, fall deeply alike, fiercely designed by our higher, each other perhaps. To touch the lineage, make connections and bonds to my roots. To see my roots.. Knowledge of my past is the only thing that can find me. That can make me believe that I’m here aligned. Speak to me. Allow me to meet you, acquire your personalities, your wisdom, your strength. I need to see me with my own eye. There are many of you so refrain from speaking all at once, but you have my undivided attention. How can we meet?
Freegrandmaa 