“The old oak grows bent from the gentle caress of the breeze,
pushing it from the sky,
returned to the earth,
as gnarled wood”
I’ve been lucky enough to have had a beautiful soul to sit on my shoulder, helping guide me through the mess called Mid-Life.
Thank you Tara.
You’ve made such a huge difference.
Life litterally wouldn’t be the same without you.
“Just behind procreating…
nothing measures up to the act of celebrating and expressing oneself to God as a life well lived though Art.”