It’s wild out here. Predictable and unpredictable in the same different minute. I never know who or what will buzz or fly by – and the wind is his own world, teasing and disappearing on a whim. The other morning I found a gold…
Why do you sing so freely little wren? As if there are no worries. If you never fear the rain or wind could it be you are right – the song is always the right choice for the living?…
It pulls us, the safe & it pulls us, the WILD… we’re a small part big and a BIG part child!…
I like you and I know why. I like you because you are so easy to like! You are like-able. I like you because when I tell you something that is important to me, you fold it up somewhere deep inside you and never whisper a…
