Sometimes i can hear my Granny saying that youth is the time in life to expand the mind. She was a wise old woman who shared stories, laughter and her thirst for the outdoors. We spent many summers in the field, with tansey around our legs, looking at spittle bugs and rabbit holes. I look up into the heavens that roof our souls and think of her and,of course, all the little pearls she left in my little hands...
I build my nest everyday, blowing pockets of air to protect me. On some days the bubbles are destroyed, and on others the nest grows in bounds. Let that be my lesson, to build a fragile home, full of hope, and let the day just happen.
