A piece of Life
Years and years are gone… we were in 98, 99.
Tribal Life, our/my “school”, was thriving.
It feels like ages ago, and it is…
I still see many of you, dear ones, and occasionally cross others.
The response so far has been the same:
those were “good days” we will never forget.
But, it is in the Past.
How are we, the ones I never cross, the ones I cross too shortly?
For some time, I have been thinking of calling for an informal (of course) tribal meeting…
Does it have any sense?
Would and can I allow myself to interfere with your Lives? May I?
The one reason… You were my students (and my teachers), you live in my Heart.
The Energy will always stay , is that “enough”?
Would be so nice to meet you Eyes, to embrace you, each one.
To see you LIVE, to feel you LIVE.
And… say what?
Whatever we wish for, whatever we like to share, or nothing.
I am fine, thank you. Hope you are good too…
I may call you to meet under the old Oak, in a sunny afternoon.
Be well, wish you all the Best.
Big, deep Hug!