underneath the desert stars, with cracked salt sand underneath my toes.
mother called to me, called out to my soul to let it go.
to be at peace, to come home to her.
she beckoned me as she does to all her children.
i went to her as a lost and hurt child.
and there she was this whole time, waiting so.
i frolicked in the desert sand,
i ran with in all that space with no where to go
i screamed from deep inside
and then…i laughed.
with love,
jess
JessicaRaye 
I don’t mean to come across as mean or prejudiced with this comment, because I know you put a lot of thought into the post (and the post is great, by the way), but I had a ball with the picture… The sass in the body language almost looks like you just finished saying something like: “Oh no you di’unt” with the little finger snaps and gesture along with it. Or even the “Get over here, now” stare. But I can also see you frolicking in the salt fields, and you are currently planning out the strategy of how and where to do it (I’m imagining a Chris Farley fairy princess or ballerina).
Haha Mr. Unknown.
That picture does look a lot like your description of it and I am not at all bothered by the comment at all. I am glad you enjoyed it.
Awww I loved the poem. It was fun running into you at work. Even though you didn’t realize who I was. Lol. I’ll have to stop by again this summer and hopefully you’ll recognize me. Cheers!
Tiffany,
It was good seeing you at the restaurant, so sorry that I didn’t recognize you. I felt terrible about that. The next time you come to Utah let me know. Love seeing all the pictures of you and your family on facebook.