a time to grieve; a time to dance

Have you ever found a glistening coin on the bed of a flowing stream? You point at it but your friend isn't quite able to see it. Or maybe your friend is pointing at something at a short distance and, for all your neck-craning, you can't quite see what it is.

This blog is exactly that. This is me pointing at something that I know is there and hope you'd see, too. Whether it's at a golden mask at the bottom of the well or an eagle soaring high in the sky, I wish you Happy Looking!

29 June 2016

Writing practice. Feather. 90 seconds.

Feather, float. We need each other to flee. Fly away from here where we carry the weight of the world to the mountain alps where I know Miguel, my mountain lion, waits for me with his paws sure and steady, heartbeat echoing through eras and generations of several incarnations until we are truly joined together. So fly me away, bear me away

photo credit WiseGeek.com
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