By Victoria Lynn Hall
If you believe that we are the creators We didn’t get here by being right We evolved by falling down kneeling in humility surrendering to grace Rising slowly Do you see yourself in this story coming out clean? If we don’t let chaos touch us move us throw us off the path, Aren’t we still marching to orders even when we dance? Someone said growth is messy But when the stone is thrown in the muddy water We all jump back and wander home to sort our clean laundry You don’t accept this dirty child but she’s too like you to condemn So you say you love her heart, her soul Denying her bones, her blood and wipe the mud off her face in your mirror You deny her messy story If you believe that we are the creators You deny your own story So how does it end?
A self taught artist and creative entrepreneur, Victoria Lynn Hall lives in the Kansas City area with 4 spoiled cats. She believes in art and the magic of kindness.