“Here is a paper crease, folded severely by a determined hand. It is the crossroad that I’ve been told to keep an eye out for. I can do this! Stepping onto the crease, I tense my body in anticipation of… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“I live here, yet I am not seen. The world pulses with bloodshed, that sends shivers down my spine. Try, I do, to find places to hide within the confines of these walls, away from the rage of metal.” — 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 Image
“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 creative streak, how she refused to use the strong dye colours that we usually use for silk design. Instead, she preferred a shade of white, which would not sell as successfully in trade. She loved this… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“One night, we workers formed a circle around the tallow candle as it burned, allowing each other to bond by holding hands. It felt strange to connect with fellow people from Mira again. We have all become estranged from each other as we slave away for the woman leader. In our circle, we closed our eyes and prayed. I pictured… — 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 to my young heart, reminding me that it still lived and breathed. I grounded myself in the granules and refused to let the wind take me away. I could barely see through the thick yellow sand… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
![“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 Company]” quote by Susan L. Marshall](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/d0e/susan-l-marshall-26831_body_aboard-a-boat-of-leaves-i-float-allowing_1284879.jpg)
![“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 Autumn hues are unravelling through the waning summer days. ‘Tis the season of yearning passion and lyric to my heart and mind. [Ever Changing Rhythms of Life]” quote by Susan L. Marshall](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/cb2/susan-l-marshall-26831_autumn_leaves-i-twist-between-my-fingers-closin_1624289.jpg)