Life just moves. We move with it. Our bubbles or burdens extend as far as we will them and momentum carries us as far as our paths are meant to go.  We travel with travelers, we respirate, circulate and populate, but most often feel alone. The Other Self, however, is an assured companion and her bags are the beast.  They are filled with the dark we avoid and the reality we can only hope to see through the color of rose. Lately, I can say with something just a smidge away from certainty that while I walk on my path … Continue reading Kelly Eckel