And then sometimes you realize you've been running on a horizontal plane for too long, remind your feet they can move freely as if they were kissing the earth with each step, and remember the heart wants what the heart wants.
“I am rooted, but I flow.” ~Virgina Woolf Surrender is softening your edges enough to touch down into solitude. Allowing yourself to lie supine in the summer grass wearing […]
And so maybe this too, is grace. The dirty hair and baseball hat: black mesh, white pointelle fleur de lis. The bathing suit and grimy red flip flops, as homeless […]