The boxes sat askew, littering the livingroom And anywhere else they were able to fit The boxes have started to come apart at the seams Some have collapsed and spilled their contents Exposing things she wasn't ready to see yet... Continue Reading →
"We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called opportunity and it's first chapter is New Year's Day. – Edith Lovejoy Pierce As I opened the book,... Continue Reading →
Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be? I loved myself, took care of myself, knew to connect with me I needed to create. For too long the muse sat lonely Now that... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 