Sometimes, I can’t
leave the journey-lands because love seems so fluid here, so easily given.
There are harsh times and hard tones too. But I know that as soon as I come
here all ideas about being alone dissipate like morning dew. I know that the
longer I stay here the ephemeral flutters around like the monarchs in their
home in Mexico. It is abundant and filled with the grace of thoughts and the
tincture of healing.
Friday, May 24, 2024
special places in nature & spirit lands
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