All jaws were wide open and not a voice could be heard. It took a few minutes to come to the realization that they may have finally found the large vein talked of so many years along. Black Jack broke the silence with an "welllll.......I'lll beee" as Goldsmith wiped his brow and steadied his gaze. "Black!" he said in an almost reverent voice, "do we have enough light to dig a little?" Black...

If you think of it, it's the nuclear...the center of where all of one's process comes from. The outcome so to speak...of destiny, of heart, of love. The small little place of how one loves their own. It's insignificant to others but it's the beginning of ones story. The strength of a story unfolds...it finds it's way in the dark. It is only as strong as it's core...and it's core needs love. WE...

Twas such the saddened soul lay low, Heavy burden painted here below The cupboard twas the latch undone Twas a bowl be seen, and only one A bowl of nothing A bowl bowed so "No fruit?" twas whispered in quiet stead "Why empty? Is thy soul unsaid?" "Why down thy weary head? Look up! Do see above thy track! Above the darkened, gloom Do see a tree of fruit delight! Full, delicious fruit to bloom!"...

Perhaps thus the travel long and steep Perhaps thy steady gaze grows deep And as the trail, rocks and all Finds dips of green and flowers call To higher heights, to breeze so blue To find a way For flowers bloom!! Tunes ahead!! Rachel:-)

Oh sweet soul so long to seek To find your solace not mere retreat To know the efforts so deep so true Tis something worth something This journey tis you. (New tunes ahead!! Much love Rachel !!)