Shhhh,
Slowing down the rhythms. Shhhhh, luxuriating in white light while rain falls.
Words, fill my eyes.
My dear hungry ghosts, masticate this life slowly, deliberately.
Assimilate the process, the unfolding. Creativity cannot run on fumes. Nourish the blood, the soul,
the heart.
Shhhh.
Aw, yeah! I love reading your posts and seeing your self portraits. Beauty! xoxox