Amanda Fox Gibbons

It seems to me that life is a series of opportunities that invite us to remember our own soul. Little glimmers of the pieces that sing to us

I woke up early to the sound of rain and my own breathing. The words were stirring so I quietly made my way upstairs to let them out....

After what feels like weeks of fog and countless thin blankets of spring snow, I am outside laying on the deck listening to the ice...