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 finger tip joins the
A mass of logs swirl in the cove the cyclonic force of the tide carrying the raft of trees out into the channel as effortlessly
Waves pile into the cove and wandering logs forced to the rocks while across the channel white caps ride the wind driven tide in its
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 a rock point, Angel’s Rest they called it for relief from the climb. Along the
At the crossroads a weathered pilgrim receives alms from those who stop pondering which path to take their worn maps changing as they look into