The land is ours,
The sea is ours,
Everything but the stars is ours,
And soon we’ll lasso them like horses.
Sitting in the dark looking for the light, I can see what’s all around me despite the black of night. I can see myself reflected within the looking glass - Keen green eyes peering out, inquisitively l
Words can be so pretty and so painful. They can embrace and they can stab. They can heal and they can kill. They can love and they can hate. What will I say when I’m out in the world today?
Healing is not a destination one arrives to. It is always in motion. Like the seasons, it’s forever changing — Like the tides, it ebbs and flows. Like walking a spiral staircase we face the lesson aga
