The portrait I paint begins with gold colored hair. It glows and it flows and it mixes with earth. This is where sunshine shows what it’s worth. For there in-between the sun and the mud, we find life. It laughs and it loves as it lives there between. It grows and it goes and turns […]
Continue reading...
Neakita is my mother’s name. It is the Choctaw Indian word for a type of wild rose. The flower the Choctaw word refers to has a simple blossom with five white petals and a gold center. The Neakita flower has a great and sad significance for the Choctaw. Legend says that anywhere a mother’s tear […]
Continue reading...
February 7, 2012
0 Comments