Do you know that moment when it just feels right — when it feels true?
I write my words as best I can. They seem to reach and touch that realm of truth sometimes so close and often so far away. And then I walk away.
I return to my words and I ask them, are you still true? Am I? It doesn’t feel the same as it did when you spilt out of me. What happened? Are you not the same? Am I?
Author: Filipe
I love language and spirituality. I also love education, technology and design. My favorite topics of conversation revolve around theology, poetry, linguistics, rhetoric, World Englishes, chinchillas, second language writing, how to kill a plant in 10 days, etc. I was a language teacher and now I build language learning products by day. I am an interpretive mind-dancer by night. I live in China.
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