I am the music heard between the edges of wind and sea. I will speak and follow my deepest felt justices. My heart is an activist for voices unheard and unseen. I walk with the hurt and see into the dark. I listen and feel the stories untold. I am the dreams wrapped around my mug.
March 15, 2016
There is a path that is yours to walk, and maybe yours is where you stand right now, but maybe it’s not? Maybe you feel out of place, out of town, out of mind, out of luck, because you simply slipped too far away from your spot and you just need to find your way back again. Don’t rush so much.