Cursive and Curiosity

Cursive was my curiosity

The velocity of words spilling like flocks of birds after the sun has risen

A gift given to those who bury their nose in the scroll

I am holding the pen just so

Flowing in and out

Breathing doubt into the ether

I am neither here nor there

We care

We are sharing our Souls

Truth beHold

You carry gold in your palm

Psalm 911

Zions heaven

Seven is 14 and there's a gleam in her eye

Sigh

Pick up the pen and try again

Write with your hand and not your mind

Find… find the spaces where the loops meet the curve

Blend the edges and make the smudges your friend

Send the energy where it needs to go and enter the

Stream where grickle grass grows … you know giggles

Wiggle your toes in the ohhh’s and the o’shifts.

Kiss you tender

Cursive is curiosities mender a fun bender of thy day

Play with it

You are so very worth it

BIRTH it from your bones

Tone

I have grown in WE

Humbly,

Haven

heART below was curated by a dear friend and local artist named Mrs. Patsy Tidwell-Painton... Whew... Thank YOU for helping me grow/glow.