sing your way deep, deep into the earth, into that blackness that keeps you, that folds you in while you sleep. keep still, songstress, your wings be silent and soft. it is a […]
our raw edges are our beauty. our fragmented hearts are our strength. our being human is our glory.
this warped and weathered tree twisted by wind grey with time. it speaks more to my soul than many tongues of men.
. . . But tension is to be loved when it is like a passing note to a beautiful, beautiful cord. – Sixpence None the Richer Like so many dreamers and doers, movers and […]
It begins with a sigh. Or a song. A whisper. A laugh or a cry. A low cloud of dust at my heels as i tread the journey path. It begins in the ordinary-ness […]