- 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.
Friday, August 10, 2012
sitting in the tiny 2 seat door-less airplane, circling over the animals
just after sunrise, the wind in my face, flying, it was wild,
breathtaking, there are no words to describe the beauty of being in that