I am the undercurrent of your shadow. A breath between beats. Breezes move past like years of facts we claim to achieve. Words become festivals of flow; engines of fire, strong with grace. Sometimes when alone, memories speak to me while angels weep of loss, under the welcome cover of clouds. It’s all simple in … More IT ALL ADDS UP
It’s what we do best, we re-invent. Changing the colors of our thoughts, the visions of what others fail to see in us, rearranging and redressing the expressions of our inner person, the cerebral compartments and storerooms where few candles light the way as we break through releasing that which is restricted without reason. … More AMAZING WITH GRACE
Whispers become twisted words within the shadows of curtains; the uncertainty of thoughts. Fields are full of stonewalls. Like good works stacked unevenly; boasting and chest thumping. Each day confirms the grace we have received to welcome the certainty of who we are.