Not so much a baby anymore but a princess warrior at heart and on these sacred grounds. Just look at that moon face of hers aglow…enamored by the fullest of moon light captured on her device and in the space … Continue reading
And so much better to be done. You radiant one, there’s nothing dim about you, a flame in this world setting off flickers everywhere you stroll, huddled around this swelling bonfire where all hearts are still and entwined and in … Continue reading
When discovering the theory of relativity, Albert Einstein pictured himself riding on a ray of light. Words did not take part in this soothsayer’s role of entities serving as elements in thoughts. Thoughts are waiting. We ought to pay more … Continue reading
Upon our dawning, divergent pathsa long way on, light of daywhere the heart aches, stolen nightsapart from us on many eves, a valediction…a place no one would ever believea divergent evolution no doubt. all that you build, crumblesall that you … Continue reading
Rather what in heaven? Any ideas? Anyone not looking down these days? I’ve been in awe looking up lately. These are moments before the light fades and there is only darkness but out of the darkness comes the light again. … Continue reading
My allegiance is to the sun, always will be. But I was curious to check out the Earth’s shadow draped over today’s wee small hours of the morning moon across the Americas. We got shadow work indeed over here to … Continue reading
I look at the moon for what it is.She sits with me through nightfall and beyond.Even when she diminishes wholly into the darkness,through the gentle breeze a reverberating silent voice exclaims,“We will rise,just you wait.”We’re all just walking each other … Continue reading
A striking cobalt swells and impregnates everything above the horizon just before the darkness. Anyone else notice this bit of an enhancer as of late? I am a fan of both the hues and the energy just before nightfall. It’s … Continue reading
We do not sit in darkness to find what we know, but rather to find what we do not know. – Jane Slade
Out of the night that covers meBlack as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance,I have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is … Continue reading
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