Betty Feels good to be sharing myself again. Letting my paper and pen feel what is new and significant. I dance with words. They sing to me. I sing back. So much created out of nothing. Beautifully lived out like a flowering of the masses. This is my dance. These are my bouquet of flowers. Valleys of words. I am still watching the sky. I am the sky. Pouring down these blankets of cool thoughts. The Earth caresses them. Holds hands and blissful kisses.