As I kick my legs and frantically search for spaces of reason and security, a quiet silence seeps in telling me that jumping off cliffs are safe and I just have to trust that I will be held every step of the way.
I dance, sing, play, roll on the earth, laugh and cry out loud. I have been told that I should be a big girl, get a real job, earn money, buy a house and prepare my friendly deathbed. And yet I still resist.
I offer things which do not package well or sell on Amazon, the value is immense but the object you will not see. Plastic nourishment becomes obsolete, when the heart, mind and body eat.
Let’s eat, dance, sing, move, love and live.