Oh, Child.

Oh, Child. You are not just a child of God. You are the answer to aeons of prayer. You were made this way before breath brought you to life. Spider woman and thread weavers from realms you've not yet met answered the prayers of Ancients and made you. Your normal is not theirs Your normal … Continue reading Oh, Child.

Gnarly Dance

  When the stars get tangled up in the hair and roots get twisted across the toes, grace just isn't there   There is a fine line between a twist and shout and a pirouette.   Grace and ungraceful go hand-in-hand.