Looking for rhythm in the words, faces, spaces and places
— rhythm is the language of the soul — the gentle swishing sound of the sea as it comes ashore and pulls itself back again
The language of the Soul — the sea, breath, sound of a weeping willow branches blowing in a gentle breeze
a field of flowers reaching for the sun like a rainbow of pink, red, yellow, and purple
— a baby’s face , with his eyes fixed on you
- two people gently embracing one another, observing each of their gazes
- — a quiet space of reverence …… where the whisper can be heard —in a church — in the shower — in the woods — as the light shines through the glass window pane
- the sound made when a dandelion is blown into the wind —wooooo.