fear and love

          “There is something here that frightens me. When I figure out what it is that frightens me, I shall also know what I love here.”   ~ Clarise Lispector            

no worries

          I think about those days of barefeet, scraped knees, sunburns, mosquito bites and garden dirt…            


          she strained to hold on to the good parts when the not-so-good parts were hard to shake off            

spilt milk

          with the fear of stagnation she became a shapeshifter            


          there were those hot sticky nights picnics by flashlight on the dewey grass waiting for the fireworks we chased fireflies