In the chaos of creativity, is there an element of silliness and abandon that intrigues or inspires you? Are you at home in the unknown?
Let hands be wings
and feet be fins
the sky is ocean
the end begins
The silent word
takes flight and swims
my heart, a bird
the forest, hymns.
When home is now
and whole is part
the part is whole
and end is start
—Wendy Jean MacLean
