22 Quotes by Patricia Robin Woodruff

On pristine parchment I draw with my skis calligraphic lines of joy, writing poems of movement.

The seeds of life inside my womb were present at my birth; a gift from mother’s mother, on back to Mother Earth.

I have shaken loose. Like the lily, I rest on the deep water’s surface. Not knowing the journey’s end, I rest in nature’s embrace.

There’s something about water that washes away the cares of the mind and heart.