how does it start? a beautiful painting, a vacant spiritual dwelling, a staircase. broken, mended, rising. for me it’s music. writing. high in the night sky.
time to think and look out a window, a gift while i snack on chocolate in all the pretty scenery, my children roam their dreams. we see an observatory, shamanic caves, carved doorways to a distant time, a winding path through winter, antlers reaching for the great expanse. a snaking sunset river.
listen to the light ! the canyon demands our attention. a mirrored waterway, deep blue backdrop, gold draped everywhere. vision, space and soul. we may move swiftly though time wants us steady, slow.
