“ Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along. ”
The beauty that lies hidden, makes my soul tremble with awe.
~ Patricia Robin Woodruff
I am giving birth. I am midwife to myself. Now is a new life full of possibilities. I must be strong like a child.
In poetry we pare down our thoughts into their most graceful shapes, like minimalist sculptures.
What we could consider magic, may just be science that we don’t understand yet.
