Nature is my balm.
Tonight, before brushing her teeth and going to sleep, Stella might:
I miss you.
Do you find beauty where others find ugliness?
Savor friends and sip of stress
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
She strolled the congested streets of her cluttered memory.