My truth hasn't lined itself up and because of that I write, but I write only to me.
In the meanwhile I have been moved nearly out of my own skin into the world if Ingrid Michaelson. Her concert was so touching and lovely. I want to share this song with you...because it's not on the CD and because it has got its wings wrapped around me.
Life from here looks entirely pretty.
Birds. Tiny, baby birds. I'm quite positive they sing from within her.