Creating with my hands
Feeds my soul,
Having the time and space
to explore and flow
Makes this lifetime for me
I am so in gratitude for the privilege
of having hides, stones, fabrics, and metals
Available to me to work with.
Sometimes like the wisp of the wind, precious materials
are gone and sadly, I cannot make some designs anymore.
Honour Truth and Respect
Guide my way.
B U R Y T H E S E E D by Brooke McNamara
poems for releasing more life into you