She reminds me of the folksiness of Gillian Welch, the beauty of Joan Baez, and the poetry of Mary Oliver.
She is a warrior woman that tells me we are trees growing into life and space.
She is able to know all green things that spread out upon the earth and love them.
She sees the world in a way that I can only dream and I am lovingly envious.
She writes words that make me realize that I am in the company of brilliance and is one of the best writers I have encountered.
She changes my life and I love her for that.
We converse about all things holy and divine.
We travel to parks and water to know more fully the grandeur of God.
We are process, we are restoration, we are both beloved.
