A tug at the sleeve

It’s an idea, maybe just an impulse. It’s many strands or pieces, disparate at first, less so as they converge. It’s the maturation of a point of view, the solidification of a belief system, the coming into one’s own perspective. It’s a persistent knocking, invitational in tone. It’s the other side of the door, theContinue reading “A tug at the sleeve”