Where shall I Live

A Story by George Coombs

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Where Shall I Live?

Where shall I live? More to location than the roof over one’s head. I need a safe place to be, grow and learn. Place in the forest where my branches shall stretch out. Autumn concerns existence itself. No covering of leaves, flowers on trees and sky deceptively blue. Always uncertainty, like a Gull’s call across vastness comes the question ‘why?’

Why am I here? To learn, to grow as a flower opening to light and, above all, to find the real meaning of love.

Love leads to a longing for clear vision. Seeing and understanding mark the beginning of real knowledge. Around us there is a universe and we are a a grain of sand in the desert. Our wisdom tells us each grain needs the other yet where is there true community. I would live located as a flower in a garden vulnerable to all weathers yet, with other flowers the garden and the light leading to higher light. I shall never be alone.

George Coombs