buoyant, i float through spiraling rivers supported by water. soothed by the sun branches have fallen deep in the river sometimes i slip, always i flow 12.1.17 [Image Source]
day 333
fill with light, overflow, showering stars, twinkle below, in darkness, my light still glows, protecting me, so love can grow 11.29.17
day 332
i am a knitter, a weaver, a healer… when i unravel, i cast off my troubles, knit in the threads, of joy once again, mending my snags. as i travel on. 11.28.17
day 331
slate blue sky hearkens winter’s arrival but trees weep only brown leaves, no vibrant colors like a peacock’s tail to usher in the season with panache, just a cool which hastens but doesn’t bite and a coating of brown on a paler green. 11.27.17
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