I will not die an unlived life I will not live in fear of falling Or of catching fire I choose to inhabit my days To allow my living to open me Making me less afraid More accessible To loosen my heart So that it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise I choose to risk my significance. To live so that that which comes to me as seed Goes to the next as blossom And that which comes to me as blossom Goes on as fruit. --Donna Markova
Words, words, words. Love 'em hate 'em, either way they're there and you have to deal. I don't know why writing is cathartic (is that the right word) it's like you're exerting some kind of control on concepts, ideas, emotions when you can put them into words. Life is spiraling out of control and I'm just grinning and waiting for everything to blow up. Insanity is more fun, Katie
I'm a writer, an accounting student, a cowgirl, an adventurer, and...most important to this site...a student of health and happiness. Welcome to my little corner of the web.
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