“I am pressing my palm gently against the coraline limestone. It feels warm against my skin, alerting me to my own physical presence in this moment. My body exists right here, right now. I feel the rare, radiant rays of… — 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… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“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… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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