Thursday, July 7, 2011

tools of my trade

my eyes - what they see, what they shift away from
my hands - what comes through them, what they feel

my big, ancient cracked heart which i hold out into the world in all it's wonky glory.
the green all around me- the natural world filling me up, sustaining me

and the courage to know when to pounce and when to lay in the sun and the strength to carry them through into the world