- 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.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
seconds after sticking my head out of the open window of the plane and
losing my headband to the forces of the wind - sitting in the front seat
of the plane wildly and unbelievably happy