Love reality

Messy hair not that she doesn\'t care she loves her hair, loves freedom, loves air. Elements whisper tangling any thoughts of perfection. Impatience courses the blood in her veins screaming run free. Stop constricting my feet! Free my soul my body my heart. Run through the forest. Dance in the rain. Be messy. Have fun.…Read more Love reality

My Light My Truth

Why do we hold back? What stops us from dancing when we want to or loving as hard as we want to? Fear? Of what? Rejection? Or that the vivid imagery in our minds and the intense emotion rolling up and down and every which way will be misunderstood or scorned or laughed at? Because…Read more My Light My Truth