Travel with Me
And so, I begin to make sense of the years through pen on paper. Words emerge and trace a journey, moving forward and backward, lingering like the pen, on occasion, at a resting place.
Travel with me.
Travel to places, dark, painful, and without resolution. Each word is written with specific intention, searching out the secrets of hearts sometimes broken, but held together, un-severed. Life is a journey, part sunshine part storm…and I’m honestly not sure which I prefer.