SandieAs I sit here, I imagine the vapors of my breath drifting up into the infinite ocean of the sky painting it with the tears…
As I gaze up the sky pulsates with breath. The clouds are like the air, invisible forces of vitality weaving patterns of ageless wisdom, of…
~I feel alive. There is a quality of fierce crispness, sharpening the edges of my sensory world to a deliciously lethal point. Like the snap…
It is within the chaos we lose ourselves, but the lantern that casts a soft cascading glow within the darkest hours of the night is…