I don’t know what came over her.  Like a seed, lying dormant.  Coming alive.  In that in-between.  Child exiting to women-hood. This morning.  Not speaking.  Her silence.  Deafening. Like the white page I look at.  Before typing. Pure.  Barren.  Sacred.  Holy. Careful, so as not to stain a page….Waiting for answers. And why is…. Wonder always […]