The impossible longing to be ever more deeply connected. To see glimpses of the creatures that live wild and free and be reminded of the one who created them all.
Tell me you wonder If the belly of a catfish got to be so soft from years of mud caresses and smoothing waters, as though if you’d slip in there on a warm summer night you too would start to shed your armor and develop soft spots of openings to your soul.
Tell me you imagine—the moment you join your horse in the pasture, toss your feet up in the air and run as fast as you can, sweet air pumping into your lungs and flaring your nostrils with the same sense of reckless abandon you felt during your first passionate kiss.
