This white noise is that common place where minute by minute and day by day, we healed from our wounds both mental and physical.  This safe place is where spiritual activity found its grounding and meditation opened doors into spaces we didn’t even know existed.  In a way, we did this together. It was intimate and a sharing that later, here in our timeline of now, bonds us together better than any dating app could conceive of. This oscillating white fan, dirty and old, has now become gold to me, as a symbol of where we come from. 💙 And speaking of those golden eggs that never get old, take…