A Seeker…
I was a terrible believer in things, but I was also a terrible non- believer.
in things.
I was as searching as I was sceptical.
I didn’t know where to put my faith, or if there was such a place,
or even precisely what the faith meant ,
in all its complexity.
Everything seemed to be possibly potent and possibly fake.
” YOU ARE A SEEKER ” …..My mother said…
~ ` ~ Cheryl Strayed
Living with a damaged skull 