Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

she spoke harsh truths today about why things never last, not because many never try but because continuing to remain, against yesterday’s hopes and tomorrow’s reactive dreams can be futile in a setting where even darkness brims with glee. progress will be slow, acting too, but still, even with sweat and some blood, a little wine or some cheese, she hopes to break bread, smiling as they plan to last, forging the will to continue, as sustainability demands for light or else. 

My head is spinning of all the ways we learn with our head, hands and heart. Ooh I pray we figure this next one well soon…