How ever did we get to this point, so far away from our mother, convinced that walls that contain us are our sanctuary? Don’t get me wrong I’m ever so grateful for Red https://thefolia.com/2017/04/09/red/, she’s there always for us and … Continue reading
Thankfully we don’t have to trek too far for some downhill careening amongst friends. We have already ventured to about a half dozen slick hillsides thus far, this one is our sweet spot. For one we get more belly laughs … Continue reading
Wouldn’t you agree? Perhaps we are getting there… Sharpened, waking edgesand stirring sleeping ones.Mates connected with entwined roots,if only recollected.Revive the dream with a palm pressed against wet rocks,or on bended knee, graciously, softlyupon the plush moss of a quieted … Continue reading
“You make me question everything beautiful about myself.And yet I run to you,Bleed out my colorsOn your doorstepAnd beg for you toFeed me your darkness.” –Alix Klingenberg Sometime later… “And then one day you will wake up to the realization … Continue reading
I was going to title this eschaton or the last state of man, but I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression as I see and feel the counterpart as the life after, the dream state, the when and … Continue reading
In these parts around this time of the year we prance about in a pageantry of spectacular hues. Said bushes go unnoticed the rest of the year and like the au courant staged events to heighten the freight, this bush … Continue reading
May we all see our abundance sooner rather than later.
I’ve been doing a lot of edits in the nest, removing things that don’t serve you makes more room for things that do. Not an easy undertaking when you have many members of the domicile coming in and out with … Continue reading
If you make one request today, make it a wise one. I have wished to be filled with grace. Little did I know it was always within me, just under some layers of reservation. A breath of pause gives rise … Continue reading
Separately and together. Clearly it not only works, but it’s radiant! Well played Madame Wilderness. I see you. I hear you. Patterns are everywhere in nature, in language, in conversations, in directives. It’s a time for knowing. Knowing there’s another … Continue reading
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