play

play pray create all day how did my being stray so far away from what I was built to do? the Earth beckons me back her quiet tendrils reaching out reminding me to wander to hum and sing and collect, dream and wonder, to write and paint external expressions attempting to approximate my inner life I feel a oneness my cells vibrating in tune with the air sticks sea moss, endless endless elements the ones organized into “me” here and gone in no time at all