The Ⓣheorist: Thinks, feels and wonders for your day.

Soaking:
Making do,
a hint of warmth.

Any
how.

Bare,
the sole,
and little bits,
of Earth. 

Flowers unfurling, and arms outstretched. And as all the windows and doors open, we hear music. And it says, 'Hello, Spring, we love you.'

Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go. —Mary Ruefle

Living your truth, dance like an Italian and the mysteries of our ancient Australians.