organic souls.

michelle.

andrea.

meaghan.

i'm imagining the giant fabric of the world... 

and God taking his sowing shears and cutting out the mountains and rivers, otters and urchins, fields and fauna.... la la la. 

just cutting away....

fabric falls and folds and is created...

then he fashions people...

but we are special.

our souls are the excess trimmings of what made up the mountains and grass, bird wings and honeycombs.

God lets the pieces fall and they land on his large table.... organic in their fallen folds.

thats what we are...

we are the excess trimmings.

organic fallen folds.

intentional.