I'm as restless as a poet on a string.
POST NOTE: Found this in drafts and decided to post it now - regardless of the strange summer timing.
Appropriate to recall winter @ the beginning of summer.
A poem for wedding - er, 'welding' - vows.
Paintings, wall sculpture, drawings.
This was a gift to my colleague Katie.
Because I can.
Because it's something she needs and will use.
Because part of healing is giving back.
Support other women in their journeys whenever you can.