fire in the sky. i love the contrast of land silhouettes and colour. a chicken carcass is in the dust covered grass. i leaned against our adobe crying. for the love that is buried. for the remembrance of something sacred, essential, medicine for my heart.
once i was like a light. healing connecting. watching beauty unfold with my spirit. i watched and felt and was guided.
now burden tangles within, without. the wallpaper is peeling but when i see the beauty and intricate patterns it is always alive. through the music is what i heard. there must be more music maybe it sounds differently. maybe i am lost. i felt the cattail how it fluffs into infinite seeds, they stand there every night glowing from the scenery. every morning a path is worn. my son and daughter dance with me around the house.
i am grateful for motion.
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