wanderlust.

Take me to that foreign place, where nobody knows my name.
There I will sit in the gardens of newness and sew myself a new story.
A vibrant tale, filled with giving, sharing and acceptance of all and of myself.
A colorful book it will be with pictures galore that speak to all the beauty there is.
In this garden, I will hand write these stories that unfold and in languages so obscure I will find a way to a homeland that cradles my soul in plush and lets it sing it's sweet prayers in the moonlit air.

Across the globe we will go, book in hand and in heart in search for those moments where those flowers bloom abundantly. Indeed this heart is searching for a safety and a net. A web of sorts to crawl into and in the criss-cross of tangles there I will learn to do what I love.

A word and an image. These are my truths. A small pen mark can do so much and in this book we will share all the knowledge and love within.

Take me to this garden, there I will be free.