This was not knowledge gathered, but awareness shaped by survival, tenderness, and time. A way of knowing that arose before words, matured through embodiment, and continues to speak softly from the places where pretense falls away. In the quiet between heartbeats a whisper calls you home, you are not broken you are becoming. These threads of silence and sound are letters from the threshold, offerings from the edge of stillness. Nigel  TEA AND ZEN - MAIN LIBRARY                                                                                                                                                                  DONATE