I weep right now. Rather than simply weep and watch and burn, I write. I write to pay attention. I write about the beauty we might miss if we turn away. I write into a reality that imagines big love and makes it so.
Paying attention. Living through. Waking up.
A small town Northern girl who has lived in the large Southern city of Atlanta for most of my life. Traveling is the life blood of our family but we appreciate the everyday adventures. I wouldn’t believe my life story if it wasn’t true.
A peaceful moment of restoration. Now more than ever. Brief comfort: insight, poetry and photography.. ..I am writing these poems from inside a lion...” ― Shel Silverstein
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