rescued from a house about to be torn down.
these have stories i will never know.
over 100 year old bus ticket stubs, half eaten hats, love letters
and now it is all left behind. i think it is my turn to give light to
these old things. my friends took some things home too. giving
them a new purpose. 100 years later, i wonder where they will
all go? how many life times of stories will they hold?
i have a lot going on over here. new projects in the works.
exciting changes. something new to report, but not just yet.
feeling ready to take african dance lessons again. realizing
how fast time goes, it makes we want to do things. wild things.
tell new stories.