Sculptress of Forgotten Form
During the winter season, I would travel with the Duhalar reindeer people and stay with an old shaman called Tsuyan. On odd days of the
January 30, 2010
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During the winter season, I would travel with the Duhalar reindeer people and stay with an old shaman called Tsuyan. On odd days of the
The edge of the rock leads down from the inland hill, like a spiny tendril to the sea, tapering until the fingertip joins the rise
A mass of logs swirl in the cove, the circling force of the tide carrying the raft out to the channel as effortlessly as brought
Waves pile into the cove, wandering logs forced to the rocks, while across the channel white caps ride the wind driven tide in its winter
We travel a magic vessel through night sky and ancient kiva, to inner earths of unseen beauty, closing our eyes and turning loose of the
Foresters blazed a wide trail up the steep grade to Angel’s Rest. Along the swath two bodies wide, a narrow path intersects the broad way,
At the crossroads a weathered pilgrim receives alms from those who stop, pondering which path to take. Their worn maps change as they look into