It's pouring in clear sheets outside in the dark, and the trees' branches are like many arms in a wild dance with the wind... The sound of the water falling, making contact with earth and with my dwelling makes me content. I feel clean and whole inside. I pray this is not the last day…Read more Beauty
The wild tossing in the trees above me can be nothing but an ancient dance of pure joy; lady Wind is rushing through the scene, darting this way and that, invisible to everyone. But my heart joins in her feral laughter. She is slim, kinetic, pale, and graceful: breath- taking. Long, dark tresses flow as…Read more Ancient
my favorite time of year is Autumn -- not for the leaves {undulating flames} but for the Air: electric, crackling with the negative charge of storms to come until my lazy lungs open and my body hums. I love it for the incomparable clarity of breath ~ [empty], and the tingle in my skin that…Read more Energy
