Signal from Above
I touch the Earth through trees waving in westerly winds, clouds full of ocean blanketing the valley, an island of the palest blue in the
December 30, 2010
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I touch the Earth through trees waving in westerly winds, clouds full of ocean blanketing the valley, an island of the palest blue in the
Cold winds blow in December, fire flickering in the chimney draft as I rethread the story I tell myself about this world and how I
Rain cleanses the morning with clouds from the Pacific riding the vast arc of ocean wind, falling upon the earth to the root of our
Her love rose and spilled across her cheeks witnessing the young seeker in the mirror of her journey, her elder wisdom opening with tears for
Sirius visited last night trailing the Pleiades and Orion, awakening me to a sacred manuscript etched in darkness of Earth alive moving gracefully into the