This Artisanal Piece
Crafted by my steady hands and quiet mind.
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This Sweet Amulet
for being near to my heart and reminding me to hear its sweet tune.
A Time of Reckoning.
Facing myself and all my creations. No one said it will be easy…shifting anything of lower resonance into something superior. For those pioneers seeking exploration, wonder and the discovery into the crossing of an exalted state, now is the time. … Continue reading
First Chill
This happened tonight. The first time since two seasons past. I was ready for it after ambling up and down rolling hills for tricks, treats and hair clips, yes, it’s a thing around such hills. The layers got me through … Continue reading
New Kids on the Block
I’m getting chummy with my neighbors. There’s been a faithful turnover since we arrived here at the edge of the woods and it’s charming to see get-togethers growing more communal. I’ve even learned that one of my neighbors toiled in … Continue reading
How Was Your Day, Mama?
History will judge us by the difference we make in the everyday lives of children. – Nelson Mandela This was inspired by my notes lay bare a few squares down. Everyday wisdom by an old soul residing in youthful flesh … Continue reading
Chromatic Shifts
Connected to the wild, an intimate and raw me.Taunted, manipulated, abandoned, discarded no more.Out of red-hot ashes, my worthiness.A journey of the heart, no better time than now to leap and bound.Bringing me out of the dark, tones of a … Continue reading
Wild and Native
On forest paths,bathing in a little more beautysurrendering to the overthought,in ecstasy,in honor,in illuminating grace.Eastward boundwhere your sky expandsand protruding from the land you plod,mushrooms broadcasting you’re already hereyou may as well breathe.For yourselffor the ancient timeline.This is your moment.This … Continue reading
Upon Awakening
Mesmerized by our own copy, without a clue we can change the original.Absorbed into the paradox of the willingness of distinction,a silent reluctance filling the layers of our world.In a state of waking reality, course of events turning with every … Continue reading
Out of Tune
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
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