Free spirit

  • Unknowing

    Do not try to wrap me with your perfect edges. Boxes are not for me, the wind, the stars that burst through time, through space, through you. I am all. Do not limit me with your unknowing. Continue reading

  • Sensible

    Shall I be sensible a moment? Oh, dying to live, dear dreary day. Let you find me twisted beautifully among the berry vines. Let you be the one to be sensible. Continue reading

  • A Poet

    Of all the labels I reject ‘a poet’ is the one golden cage ringing true to my soul. It holds my heart, this stamp that tells me- not who I am, but what I do in the world and how… Continue reading

  • The River I Am

    The river I am. I fall in love with the next creative thing, and there I stay for a while (but not forever.) When I create, I flow, I cannot be boxed. I am sometimes a writer. Sometimes a musician.… Continue reading

  • All That I Am

    I am all that I am, and wherever I drift on the wind of today is as it should be, is all that I am. As it should be is all that I am. Continue reading

  • Gypsy

    I see the world, and I know it has been named by those who came before me. Who have I become (or not become) because of what they have shown me? Voices claiming to guide are often sour to my… Continue reading

  • Cupcake

    What I wouldn’t give for a blanket fort and a dinosaur cupcake. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 24. The Darling Tree

    This is the Darling Tree. Isn’t it lovely? And oh-my-GOODNESS. I have an idea! Why don’t we climb it? Together. Just like we did when we were pipsqueaks. Just like we did before we painted our serious faces on. Don’t… Continue reading