Smooth days and rough days. They just keep coming.
It's the moments like when my son says" I love you too" with that cute smirk
that gets me through the days (and nights) when I get little sleep because of stuffy noses and fevers.
Moments of worry, over my child's health, build up in my neck and shoulders
until I finally sit down and write them out -released- and peace melts me, again.
Creative growing and connection with remarkable Free Spirits.
Finding my voice through a variety of tools
I will be here more
I have just been gathering strength
like the roots beneath the earth.