- this is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell.
Monday, July 9, 2012
.mud#1
the following series of photos chronicles the adventures of Janna,
Bronwyn, Carlie, and Athens as two paths diverged in a rice
field.....and we took the one, well, less traveled by......
My FAVOURITE poem - Thanks for re-applying it! I haven't checked in lately, so great to see you enjoying mud and river and time off! Blessings and HUGS!
My FAVOURITE poem - Thanks for re-applying it! I haven't checked in lately, so great to see you enjoying mud and river and time off!
ReplyDeleteBlessings and HUGS!