october crimson leave
bright and fresh
glowing, this dusky hour
once like all others:
green, healthy, free
but as it's time grows near,
the inner blush,
the inner burn
pushes through
crying out to all passersby,
"this is my soul. this is me."
october crimson leave
about to fall
about to crumble
but shining still
screaming it's existence into the ethos.
She moves...
...through life in a '97 Honda Civic with a busted up back bumper.
Here's a glimpse into my tangible...
- spirit
- We are far more than the image we see in the mirror, yet so much of our self-concept comes from that illusive reflection. My challenge is to physically manifest the stuff of my mind and soul, whether through movement, words, or teaching. This is my personal goal, and I hope others will join me.
In the middle of things...
...the early days.
In the middle of things...
...in more recent days.
She dances...
...confidently down boulevards near and far.
She bounces through her days...
...single-handedly creating a scene.
Sometimes...
she spins around a little bundle of love to the tune of King Neptune's orchestra.
And sometimes...
...she just wants to be left alone.
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