And so it begins...

Often I find myself changing focus during my meditations, but lately it happens almost instantly. Someone with whom I've shared less than a single brief glance has captured a small piece of my soul. And although it's small, it's still a very important piece.

She has stolen my very core, and although I may never see her again, she will hold it for as long as I have the words that she writes. Yes, she's a writer, but not just any...she holds the power to bend the very universe with her pen. Every word that escapes her mind onto the page is like a chisle that is quietly sculpting my world around me.

I'm not certain as to whether it is her existence or her words that have bound my thoughts to her, but I do know that nobody has ever moved me in such a way as she.

And can a lesson be learned from this? Yes, there's always something somewhere that can get you when you least expect it.

"If we have our own why of life, then we can get by with almost any how."