All Work

Our childhood dreams call us over and over again and draw us inevitably closer to our destined purposes. Any attempt to elude their pull just magnifies their magnetic power and we’re drawn more tightly than ever into our dreamy webs of purpose. We are immersed in longings which leave empty spaces to be filled and childhood images which pulse with adrenalin fear and aching desire in a symbolic language which seems foreign and cryptic. We live our lives haunted by fears, dre

You were still warm with whisps of silver and gray on your parchment skin, eyes shut tight against the world, and lower lip hanging down. I kept waiting for an intake of breath one more breath just one more for the road. I felt the heat at the top of your head as though your mind was still busy with thoughts. Ahhh, but you are free now, free of this old skeleton fetally curled into itself. You are free to dance again.