i don't always capitalize. capitalization
i can't not write. in life there is eating, breathing, and writing. not always in that order.
this journal-of-my-sojourn can be a messy place, but it is mine to protect and love.
on the writer
born under a full moon.
rain is a nickname with much meaning for me.
i drink lots of coffee.
married with love.
i burn lots of incense named 'love' from a shop in san francisco
deeply spiritual. i love my journey and my creator.
earthy and grounded, nestled in the secret place, in the shadow of the most high.
a wild, free spirit.
free without apology.
(freedom is about as important to me as love.)
you won't find me debating, or defending, or even trying to explain too much.
i photograph, and paint, and try to make others feel beautiful, and sometimes take pictures of them.
other things the writer loves
poetry. words. soul-stories.
my sacred circle.
overshadowing and the secret place.
soft things that comfort ... the hug of chenille, the kiss of viscose, the breath of silk.
mercy. oh, i adore mercy.
meaningful or artistic tattoos.
healing and wholeness.
because she says it perfectly ...
and finally, in the poignant words of christine mason miller:
|by christine mason miller |