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One actually knows. Sometimes, years later, one knows that you knew: That your mother was right about the demands of a marriage and the things you turned a blind eye to, then. Or that the course you are going to study will earn you a living, but it won’t make you come alive.
One knows that another cup of coffee will be too much. One knows that you drink too little water and don’t get enough sleep.One knows that winter will pass and that change is the only constant factor. Also, one knows that there is more.
But you don’t always know how to get there. You look in places that seem to have the answers: studies, religion, relationships. All good things and it teaches you, shows you, guides you. But much deeper is a void that nothing quite fills up.
And because you are searching, you start finding. And you discover that you do not have to travel far for the answers. It lies patiently in unexpected places, waiting for you to see it. It lies in silence. It lies in that with which you were created. It lies within you.
This path is travelled by some of us more, by others less consciously.  And quite often, it can be a very lonely experience.
The gift of a soul mate and a soul place, feels like the evidence of the presence of immense care. Evidence of Love for each one of us personally and a deep knowledge that it is to be found in the tangible and in the now. Gradually a dream was born to share this .

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