I think I am running out of stamina for earth life. Church issues, political issues, refugee’s and terrorists.
Paris is nearly the city of my birth. My early months of earth life were spent in the City of LIghts. Three summers ago I returned to the town of my birth, to Normandy coast line, and Paris. The avenues and venues mentioned tonight are close to my heart. I look at the images online and I feel as if I am there.
I can’t cry, rage, or feel sick much longer. There is no place to run and hide. It all just hurts.
I am praying for Paris.