As a young child I always felt a sense of presence surrounding me in an enveloping, embracing way. A sense of feeling that I was never alone. At times it was confusing and disconcerting and I did not understand it. At times it was comforting, familiar and safe. A friend that felt like part of me and not part of me. I think I got a message early on that it would be weird to talk about it so I didn’t. And in a sense that felt like hiding. A divide between me and this presence began to grow. A distance that would expand until the power pulling us apart was too much and exploded, collapsing the distance and bringing us together. Then I would start to look back and it would all start to make mysterious sense.