“ The beauty that lies hidden, makes my soul tremble with awe. ”
I am giving birth. I am midwife to myself. Now is a new life full of possibilities. I must be strong like a child.
~ Patricia Robin Woodruff
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.
I could feel a deep connection to Spirit in every glorious sunset and awesome wonder in every uncurling flower, but I couldn’t feel anything like that in the hollow words of men gone by.
