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.
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.