The girl who was once from NYC, transplanted to the sticky trap of the CT countryside. Teacher, singer, writer, hippie chick. Dancer along the path through the dark.
~May words and music and laughter light the way to kindred spirits, kind of heart~
Also a Mommy. That's the most important thing that's happened along the way, but not what this blog will be about.

 

absent in my presence but,

not absent in my thoughts

‘tis what can be said (many things)

particular and not

my summertime it rolls before me like a well made cloth

waiting for my marks and dabbles

silence, peace, the all of every

part of what and want.