Life Happens . . . so do Glimpses of Self
Laying, submitting to tiredness raging within, forcing eyes to close, I see myself, alone, like a music box dancer slowly turning on her toes, perfectly poised and smiling. My feet, fastened to a spindle of time, in a field of flowering growth where my sense of wonder thrills me while gracefully spinning in awe, maintains … More Life Happens . . . so do Glimpses of Self





