Unlock my feet, my hand
Who high tails it in the wind
Unfurl my womb upon the rocks
Here among the rose colored granite chasms
That I too carefully walked
Having written here intermittenly for years, sharing photography, craft projects, parenting poetry & music, this year my goal is to be more present in this space. I hope to share daily a photograph & bit of prose or poetry. I hope you come along on the journey.