Por la calleja vienen extraños unicornios
¿De qué campo, de qué bosque mitològico?
Are you looking for love? It's probably the number one question that readers and helpers and healers get. Is it him? Is it her? When will I find? WILL I find? I remember, for a short time, I wasn't looking. I had. Or thought I had, and those questions were removed from my mind. Those moments of having, of not looking, were a revelation to me. Cessation of search There was no lack, only bliss.