Does your mind, heart, and soul move in concert to make your world dance on its axis? Or does your mind take over? Grasping to lead you towards an assumed position? Distracting you with each dip, lunge, sashe, twirl, kick, ball, and step? Tilting your axis only to wobble your
My visual communications.
She strolled the congested streets of her cluttered memory.
Each member infusing life for us to accept, appreciate and love.
Thankfully, my hearth and heart are full.
Let’s face it, family is flexible.
This is doodle of Harold. He was a marionette. I built him with the ever expanding imagination of a five year old.
My whimsy is showing again.