her whole life shifted the day she started to tell the truth about what made her happy i never knew  it could be that simple, s...

He taught me to run high on my toes.  I will always remember his words: run proud & remember you are alive. ~storypeople au...

“When they would return to one another from their solitariness,  they returned gently as dew comes to the morning grass.”  ―  David P...

...7.21.13... coffee hour  the next three are belly shots.   “I believe that the very p...

there are days I drop words of comfort on myself  like falling rain & remember it is enough to be taken care of by myself. ~sto...

Trying to follow in the footsteps of the masters,  but it's a lot harder than it looks because even though they had t...

Her umbrella was filled with rain she had collected in her travels  & on hot summer days she would open  it up for the neigh...

her secret was as safe as a fly in an outhouse.   Anne Sexton week thirteen. 52 photos project. {layers} this is a...

Sunday morning coming down i sat with my momma this morning. on her porch. and she mentioned this song. "In ...

she seemed to move everywhere dancing and music followed her  like leaves on the wind. ~storypeople Daucus carota  ( common...