These Notes Etched On Sticks
And becoming more stewardly, as unsuspectingly and evermore waywardly each summer afternoon.
And becoming more stewardly, as unsuspectingly and evermore waywardly each summer afternoon.
Or as we Hellenes affectionately call it, Phanouropita…for being several hours from being shared and devoured along with all it’s miraculous intentions. Come one, come all on your way home. The keys that you lost are not the ones in … Continue reading
And that is your superpower – This whispering bloom told me so in the early morning light. Psst…so did @goldidealexx It’s your breath at dawn caught in a cup of thornsfragile, fierce…aching to be held, yet this crimson bloom dares … Continue reading
Reclaimed and flowing right through like a sweet summer breeze.
The revery is real.
We are the projector not the screen.
Photons away from turning our lemonade a magnificent mauve.
Always a show even through a rusty urban fence.
And all the doting for him since our finding.
This temple, this sacredness, this presence…from safety to awareness. Be here and let the body do the rest. In stillness I return to resonance. Memory imprinting a background bracing for years yet carried no more. And in this distance… just enough … Continue reading