Artist, activist and adventurer  in Portland, OR. ☽♀☾

The river bends my heart open and reminds me that I’m home along these muddy shores. The bird songs dance into my bones and remind me to listen as the wind pours. Through the valley, across oceans, through friends breathing bodies and into my beating drum. Through stories and dreams and death and the sun our (kin)nection eternal through this earthly hum. For I too am made up of mud. Sticks, stones, flowers and blood.

Sarah Bellum

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