“This hand, it is mine, yet when I pick up a pencil it has a mind of its own. It has a story to draw, beating the breath of life through its lines and shapes, across the wide, open paper.… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“I am knee deep in sea water now, feeling the energy of the tidal waves as they roll inwards towards the shore. A tide… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“Father reaches out to touch my scarf. “Your mother’s scarf,” he says softly. “She loved this so very much, you know. I remember her… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“Harnessing winter's energy, I drift, my free, wild woman's soul, alight with day's deep desires.” — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“Unfurl my body, wind, lift me up into the branches of a majestic beauty that guides a people through life. I would sway with… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“One night, we workers formed a circle around the tallow candle as it burned, allowing each other to bond by holding hands. It felt… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“Standing still, I watched the world heave and swirl around me in the air. The sandy earth of the beach was making itself visible… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“Standing under the shelter of a cedar tree, I stared at the fire crackling as it burned through the fallen logs and twigs that… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“Dipping my bare brush into your garish gold eyes, I draw your dreams close. They dance divinely within, sparking silhouettes alight. (Harboured Love)” — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“My arms are light and free and my body is outstretched, kissing the blue streaks. I can breathe freely here. It is soothing this… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“Aboard a boat of leaves I float, allowing new stories to unfold. Of cresting and falling winds, streaking words across the sky. [A Writer’s… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“This hand, it is mine, yet when I pick up a pencil it has a mind of its own. It has a story to… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“Leaves I twist between my fingers, closing my eyes as thoughts drift. Into the momentous winds of time, the red-orange will soon afloat. For… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“Whispering wind, a quiet breath exhaled across years of tiny, fragments of light. Glowing in the breeze, like silent fireworks, accentuating my wanders through… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“Stretching my arms out wide, I absorb the sun’s radiant energy and my soul soars very high. I am flying freely like a bird,… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“Stepping forward, Girl stares out the doorway, into the sun. “I used to tread the world freely in Mira,” she smiles gently. “My feet… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
