As our time draws near, my heart and soul grow so restless. Its the sort of restlessness that creeps upon me, carefully edging itself under my skin. Pilot, I long to sleep beside you, nestled into your back ~ the way spoons cradle each other. I want to feel your skin next to my cheek as I drift off to slumber, and I want to drape my arm around you and squeeze you close to me.
This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
