|paper sculpture by Karen Brooks 2010|
A loved one reminds me; "you speak in color, it flows from your eyes, don't make yourself gray for others. You belong here too."
Then I realize that I'm not in the wrong place. The force of transformation is here, to be called on, the force of love and power, promising to be here as long as we need. Ancient and twisted through to the core, reaching back to the stars, what we are born to be. To be a blessing, each and everyone, in our own way. We get to practice this with each other, and no one is excluded.