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Hi.

Thanks for stopping by.  This is my invitation into my life, work, and our collective creativity, love, and kindness.  I hope you enjoy your time here.  

THE WIND.

THE WIND.

i wish i could control the wind

i see it move in beauty and grace, flowing wildly through the leaves
it is so unsophisticated, so fierce, so free
i fancy its uninhibited disregard

i wish i could control the wind

i see it move with conviction, bold and captivating, ferociously cutting through the air
it is so indignant, so furious, so fearless,
yet i fear its unruly nature

i wish i could control the wind

i see it move in mystery, cunningly it chooses its path and desires
its rhythm inconsistent, its outcomes fickle
i wait in bewildered fascination

there is no telling

where it
will

go.

i wish i could control the wind

i stand steadfast in its undisciplined presence, attempting to hold loosely all that i have within me
working to embrace the mystifying perplexities
how do i trust?
how do i become as whimsical as the leaves,
and stop resisting
the mysterious
rhythms
of
grace

 

 

 

A WOMAN.

A WOMAN.

MY ART IS LOVE.

MY ART IS LOVE.

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