I'll deeply exhale and hold on until my time shifts to another time, another place, on a different clock...  My time is a poem about acceptance, service and surrender.

This young man wrote some words in just a few minutes and we asked if he could record them and post them here. He has a complex relationship with his voice and talents, he often does not feel goof enough. This lack of self-love and confidence has brought him much sorrow and to the depth of despair recently, we are honoured to share and hear his words, in his profound voice.

We adopt a vessel for this dualistic realm and for the journey of being human. We (Bear and Bee) both agree that Quintin is a marvel and a vessel of light. May you enjoy his creativity.