The motion of joy is the choreographer of my soul. Once open to arriving, I had no need to visualize a door. For, like the butter, I could not believe that I was… Continue reading
Time is a garden, bigger than we know… To pick all the weeds, I’m gonna need all my Hoes!
Rocking the book, and burning old ideals, Over-standing values, in reference, to heal.
Mind over matter, matters to The Mind–
There is much more in play, than a villain or a beast. There is much more psyche, in a resolution than in a theme.