To dance at the still point of the Time beyond time,
Beyond pasts, within futures, this Moment
Now and forever, beyond minds.
Not knowing of Who or why
We stroll in rose gardens, and Love.
Precious flowers in the sky.
I recently found myself taking pictures and emailing them to friends and family. Rather than clogging up their email in boxes, I created this blog. The blog is also for my inner 7 year old witch to express herself however she wants now that she fired that inner censor.