“When the world owns so much of you, from your daring to fit in, at first they pass you ’round, you’re only left holding the sin, but the difference quite simply, that untied these arms, was the helpless artist, cast the final stone…soon, soon these Souls will be born, safe from any, soon, soon these Souls will be born…” ~Chevelle “Prima Donna”   Today I discovered that my daughter can flow through a morning with little cajoling from me. Going from bed to table to bathroom to door with the ease and grace befitting a little sparrow flitting from bough to bough. My dearest Mars you’re the rising sun in this new dawn of me as I see myself reflected in you as you…