I am a self proclaimed growth junkie. I can't get enough, evolution is my heroin, including the nasty aftermath that sometimes occurs when I examine to the depths of my soul. Like the snow globe that is shaken upside down, I yearn for paradigm shifts. I traveled along this road in various degrees, shapes and dimensions throughout my life and have concluded that there is no guru, no hot self-help literature, no sacred space throughout any terrain that compares to the transformation that takes place in the presence of divine love. Like a cavernous old Victorian home, I step bravely into the first room, scared, yet excited. I take my time to explore the contours of the space, noting the location of the furniture and the textures that surround me. Sometimes I like what I see. Other times, I want to desperately run for the door, yet I can't. I can't turn back now that I've been exposed to this place. With time, I adjust and come to admire what I see. I start to clean and make myself more comfortable here. Just when I thought I had gained footing, I see another door that inevitably leads to another unexplored space. I try to deny its existence and attempt to busy myself with my safe, familiar space instead. Yet the portal haunts me. I can no longer stand myself if I continue to reside in the small world I've come to inhabit. So I go forth into the next room knowing that its exploration will gift me new places and spaces to hide, play and rest. Love gives me the courage to continue to journey into the caves of my world, of my psyche and the shadows that dwell there. There is no hiding from the presence of your twin soul and no greater joy than from happiness shared.