She warily bows her form to the earth and humbly places her palms upon the ground accepting the need to surrender knowing she can no longer fight the persistent anger the heavy sadness the paralyzing anxiety and the fear buried deep beneath it all – knowing she can no longer fight herself. As her body stretches moves and twists –
Welcome. This is where I lay it down. Inspiration. Word flow. Musings on the messiness of being human. My hope is that something resonates with you. That we connect through things that inspire us both to be soulful, grounded and in touch with something higher than routine, the hustle and the grind. Oh. And I made you something.