March was made for wind and I am ready for it.
If I could lasso the wind, I would.
I'd have a wind garden and walk it every day.
I will never, ever tire of the wind.
These beautiful words, written by Ania from the Scieppan Blog, could be written for me:
"Though I plait and bind my hair,/
Alone I set it free/
For blowing in the wild wind,/
It's more a part of me./
And though I close and bind my soul,/
Alone I set it free:/
For wandering wild with the wind/
Is what I am to me."
Words used with permission - copyright Ania, Scieppan
These beautiful words, written by Ania from the Scieppan Blog, could be written for me:
"Though I plait and bind my hair,/
Alone I set it free/
For blowing in the wild wind,/
It's more a part of me./
And though I close and bind my soul,/
Alone I set it free:/
For wandering wild with the wind/
Is what I am to me."
Words used with permission - copyright Ania, Scieppan