God’s breath is not new. It is the oldest wind to blow across this land we call home and away from home I can see how I will call myself to return to the womb I can’t remember. I can’t place the face of my mother in the time I was young. She is familiar, but not the same. I told Patsy today that the woman I see and call my mom today has no connection to the woman I grew up with as my mother. I know she looks the same, but the feelings are not there. That is why I don’t mind not calling her and checking on her. She feels familiar when I’m near her, but I’m not comfortable around her. I think I tried so hard to get out from under her, that I repressed something by accident. I don’t KNOW. For starters, Mew is calling me to a place I can only describe as familiar. I a place I fell in love with years ago. The tone of the voice is devastating. But then again I fall in love too easily. There are few thing sin this world I can conjure up in my head and produce tears (a few years ...