I moved to the Outer Cape.
When we awaken to light, we may easily slip into the dream that day is painted just for us.
Radiant gift giver
Your blessings are admired and returned in song and praise
I asked for one thing and received another. And yet it warmed my heart.
Mixing magic. The Earth speaks through all her creatures, all her creatures’ parts, every petal, feather and fragment. We only hear her when we may pause to experience the blessing before us. Her sound is not silent but subtle.
Beloveds, I wish for you a blanket of stars to tuck you into the darkest night.
You wouldn’t sign your name
yet you cannot turn away
To be in the middle and on the edges, in the water and on land and in space but out of space all at once, when time does not exist as an impediment or blockage but as a blessing.
There is a flame dwelling across the valleys and the plains, beyond the mountains and over the seas of our collective pain.
I welcome you back, Moon
Back to the space between my brows