i am/you are
I am a child of the maker.
I am an artist, like my maker is.
I am the home of the Spirit, the mystery that lives inside of me that I wish I could figure out.
I am a daughter of a brave woman and a driven
under the moon
I write to you today on this very second day of February, cocooned under my pink blanket- a favorite hiding place- and sitting on the floor against my childhood bed, watching the branches of my tree outside the window, with it’s baby blossoms, sway back and forth in the wind of what seems like the precursor to the
