Love She asked if she could rest in our mind But our minds were full and we couldn’t make room for her She asked if she could lean on our shoulder But our feet were busy and they carried us away She asked if she could shine from our eyes But our eyes were glazed with desire and we couldn’t see So she stopped asking. Leaving us to find her.
I began as a blog about a book that was produced with care and respect for the environment, and included the binding skills and creativity of those who may not have use of their legs but their hands have the deftness to make. Today my voice continues to lend itself to topics that include humans, non-humans, nature, and equity. I observe, experience, research, understand, and share perspective and stories.
