To Anyone Who Is Homeless, I Say,

Maybe There Are Only Three Kinds Of Stories: Those We Live, Those We Tell, And Those That Help Our Souls Fly Upwards To A Greater Life.

I Learned That Life Will Go Through Changes - Up And Down And Up Again. It's What Life Does.

We Plan Our Lives According To A Dream That Came To Us In Our Childhood, And We Find That Life Alters Our Plans. And Yet, At The End, From A Rare Height, We Also See That Our Dream Was Our Fate. It's Just That Providence Had Other Ideas As To How We Would Get There. Destiny Plans A Different Route, Or Turns The Dream Around, As If It Were A Riddle, And Fulfills The Dream In Ways We Couldn't Have Expected.

A People Are As Healthy And Confident As The Stories They Tell Themselves. Sick Storytellers Can Make Nations Sick. Without Stories We Would Go Mad. Life Would Lose It’s Moorings Or Orientation... Stories Can Conquer Fear, You Know. They Can Make The Heart Larger.

I'm Conscious Of A Series Of Circles Working Its Way Through My Life. And At This Particular Moment I Have Come Round To The Beginning Of My Writing Cycle. It Begins With Poetry. There's Hardly A Day That Goes Past On Which I Don't Write Poetry.