Grasses are wind-pollinated; they need not place their energy into developing showy flowers to attract pollinators and yet they enticed us. The good seed, here playing in the wild patch determined to get into the arena even without a horse.
Expressing emotions while not disrupting the flow of our energy, every precious movement in celebrated flow consistently, assuredly and composedly…it’s a feat for sure. From the nadirs of our fountain of candor, it can’t be denied without a lesson, not … Continue reading
She displayed a spring in her step, followed by a few breaks to peck & take a look around, to sniff the scented afternoon air…scratching, digging rooting up the sod. How does it feel to roam and be free? The … Continue reading
Great Goddess of nature of the Anatolian coast…I can just feel this shoreline mist on my lashes and its salty kisses on my lips. For anyone who has roamed the islands of the Cyclades, you know what magic stirs up … Continue reading
I’m none the wiser. Older, odder to most. It’s an effective and certainly the most courageous way to make friends for life. Here’s to all the nuts out there…embrace your nuttiness and may it guide you through endless pursuits of … Continue reading
What an honor, what a blessing…such a stately one, this illustrious white flora peaking after a weeklong summer fever here on such hollowed grounds. I couldn’t think of a better all-knight vigil to emerge in a verdant bunch, on such … Continue reading
Currents of compassion,Ever present yet immeasurable,laughter, love and creationnot yet floatingbut one day…one raft,two girlsdetermined to floatwith a biting windfor extra encouragement.
Where waters of gold flow, where hearts fill with thrillsand days fade into Aurelian dreams.
I drew a line for you,yet inward still you spiraled,Never an honest wordand so I drew one for me.And now I gaze atwhere I wanted to go,oh the light you left for me, everglow.
In the mist, the great divideupon the horizon, love coming to townin patterns undeniably bursting through, an intense rosemore real than we can imagine, the unseentraveling through past lands, a man who came to fulfill the lawhalle, hallelujah.
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