"Machines" Lucille Fiona Berkley, Age 4
The sorrow is strong and suffocating, like a long simple cry that calls for no explanation. My heart, it's swimming, it could drown without its steady movements and strength. My eyes, they don't know what's up ahead. My knees, they take so much of the weight, just wanting to sit, bend and push. My hands … Continue reading In the Change.
On Moving. Imagine the Ocean, wide and with a certain stillness... swelling, and suddenly curling into a wave that has never before existed; although so many waves have come before it. This image is a great way to give direction to the phrase "Be the Change." If we were in the ocean, or even if … Continue reading Unbearable at times.