



A page from my journal 📓 📝 (June 15, 2022)… “My heart screams love for people, lots of people, from the rooftops. My destiny is not like this. Not alone in the dark by myself. My destiny is not this home like box by a river of cars. My home is in the dirt, barefoot in soil, skin in the sun, dancing beneath the trees in stillness. I must drive out to it now. So far away I am from home and now so many homes know me.” 💕