Editing these poems decades later, I am remembering something that I lost or surrendered. As a young adult, I struggled to reconcile awareness of my higher self and spirit guide with the day-to-day reality. As a result, I lost faith in both. Today, at fifty-four years young, I have come home to the open channel of youth. My higher self and spirit guide are a comfort to me still. They have cared for and protected me in some of the most peculiar situations. I have listened to them and ignored them over the years. They have loved me unconditionally, regardless. Life is a journey that explores the spiritual realms of Being, weaving our souls contracts into meaningful purpose.