Considering myself a sentient being, empathetic to the people around me, probably too much so as a grandmother and mother; sometimes feelings overpower me. I try to be observant, caring, much wiser than I am, but it is difficult for me to be noncommittal or quiet in my opinions, if asked. I have learned to be asked and maybe that is enough. A loving family asks and consciousness offers my thoughts, however it’s only my personal life’s truth. Expressing my feelings without being harmful—that is love.