A community of peers created by the Soaring Spirits Loss Foundation
Push me, pull me. Grab hold and drag me across the room to the window so that I can look into that new place where grace can streak and flash across that dark sky. When I stagger from the push and reel from the pull I'll hear the music first in my feet and by the time I feel it in my bones the shaky dance will have begun and my partner will be close to my ear. know it trust it need, need, need to see it. Push... pull...