We play we run We rest together, When our day is done. When one of us is ill, We pick up the slack, Bringing food and comfort Until good health comes back. We chase our prey, We have to eat. We do this to survive, No easy feat. But love we do and Care for our own If you are born into Our pack You are never alone.
greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason.
my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find
inspiration in too many things to list, and far too
many more to remember.
sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from
living with a chronic illness, i have learned the
beauty of each day, and treat each as another
sun salutation, and another chance.