Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Picture this, a woman strange, small, very small, and hidden as if keeping a secret all to herself. Except the secret is not a secret and her ways are small and strange. Every year they say a tree full of life, adds a growth ring to the wood in its trunk, because it has to grow. So too is life, everyone adds a little wisdom, a little light, and a whole lot of peace, because this is life and everyone has to grow. If a tree does not add a ring, it dies. The same for the woman strange and small, might as well be dead. Otherwise, grow up…