All of these lines across my face tell you the story of who I am.      So many stories of where I’ve been and how I got to where I am ~Brandi Carlile


Pink etchings    On soft wee palms    Fate’s signature on dotted lines

Nature nurture  duo   Carved sculpted  Karmic chisel guided

Living life largely  Heeding impulsive heart  Never head, “soul”ly

Raised between bouts  Of love and admonitions  Bruised knees, ego deflations

Impudently thumbed nose at destiny acting first reacting  later to crow or weep in sorrow

Laughter lines mostly mark Passage of ( timed) experiences Around lips, eyes, across face

Each line a telltale narrative cueing  What makes me tick, where I’ve been  And how I got to where I am~




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