Dear Daisy Excerpts ...

The sunrise I could write how breathtaking beautiful it was that first morning. That would be fiction. I can tell you the night before had been dark. That must be true. Truth told I woke after the sun had decided all on its own to rise and the night before I choose not to remember the dark details. Survival pulled at my heart and motivated my first step; that I do remember. The rest; all I know was that I was there, life started or just moved from what had been to what would be, my eyes and ears were open without me being connected, and I tagged along.

In a time between sunrise and sunset one day and long after sunset another winter night, from somewhere deep within there was a voice calling me home. I had to listen. When a child of any age hears that voice, there's no denying it, least not to yourself, especially when the call becomes a whisper. Daisy I sensed near and days and nights that followed I dreamt the story told through our words, what our ears surely would recognize as words we shared of our hearts. Pages to be filled with common everyday words, even American slang filled with history and time origin built into the phrases, words of the heart and Soul, cultivated in the minds of Earth people, grounded in soil, fed by Sun and Water.