There is time for everything and everything has its time…..
Into this place I send my soul song streaming and the elements return the sound into my own. I am here without time and in no place. I have space between the particles of my being and my bones.
I forgot how satisfying it is to create, to get messy, paint, chop and squeeze.
To make in the moment, forget the chaos and remember me.
I lost time, and place and to silence the world around and be inside of me.
This took me back to rose petals in jars, to a pebble in my pocket weeks after being on the beach.
This reminded me of me…
Janice Salmon 