lover of words, songbirds, and all things creative
Lost stars we are…weaving to and fro through our transitional realities. I sit and mildly swing, sipping on white wine and contemplating me. I do not forsake myself. I do not judge my desire to simply sit and just be.
My favorite day of the week is my first day alone.
I am a lover of thought and word; kindness and acceptance; laughter and humility. My journey desires grace and understanding with each inward and outward breath. Music rules my soul, love rules my heart, and writing rules my existence. View more posts
