This Fringed Swing
And the acrobat-in-the-making its obliging, straight out of bed each morning this week.
And the acrobat-in-the-making its obliging, straight out of bed each morning this week.
For catching my breath as all the light of the rising sun crescendos around me.
and how we get there.
Integrating, stretching in silence. Making peace, reconciling. Choosing another way. Full of life, full of light merry and bright. Her ‘lil nook of inspiration simply, gloriously… a warrior princess in the making. A little orange blossom honey in the am … Continue reading
A monopoly of sorts upon waking, every thought from lucid dreams resounding to outshadow or outshine the rest of the day, depending on what vibrational valve you choose to embrace. Every rhythm, every movement, every gesture seems to take over … Continue reading