“Sometimes I see myself driving through hell with this wagon and selling brimstone. And sometimes I’m driving through heaven handing our provisions to wandering souls! If only we could find a place where there’s no shooting, me and my children—what’s… — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
“We both were traveling for our own self care and to feed our wandering souls...existing in other places so that we could remember who we were and then come home to ourselves.” — Candy Leigh Copy Share Image
