A Butterfly’s Story
At the top, he looks across the garden. He does not see Sylvie, yet somehow he feels closer to her here among the friendly faces of the flowers. He feels the wind. It is a breathing, beating drum of wind … Continued
At the top, he looks across the garden. He does not see Sylvie, yet somehow he feels closer to her here among the friendly faces of the flowers. He feels the wind. It is a breathing, beating drum of wind … Continued
He stops to rest, and looks up at the flowers towering above him. Up he climbs, up the twisting vines, up toward the the pink and golden buds that smile open to the sky. The leafy path smells fresh … Continued
Now the rain has stopped, and the morning is smiling down. My story begins with being brave.
The other day I took all of my completed drawings out of the accordion folder in which they live, and lined them up on the floor. My God. Staring at them all staring back at me. Whammy– I’m … Continued