The bird was a robin. It was sitting in the tree just outside the classroom. The teacher was quiet, having given instructions to take the remaining thirty minutes of class to construct our poem.
Written by M.J.C #1. What exactly happens when we enter into someone else’s universe? We can become overwhelmed for sure. … More
It all made sense now. The wind. The Sun. The Curls. She was welcomed (back) into her true element. The Mother, now known as Nature recognized her fully for she was a daughter.