While babes slumber, calm, unconscious, dreamers manifest Goddess power – pray for their ill, harness a creator an ancient dwelling (ignore the presence of trios
Eager, I am, but limited, somehow stuck in the past, revisiting old disruptions – as unmanageable as before – Why do I seek validation there?
(Note: Messages from the dreamtime inspire much of my poetry, and as an experiment, I decided to revisit an old dream, from May 2013, and
Bring the children to the waters’ edge, let spirits that dwell there enchant, sun glistening on star-filled eyes….. teach the essence of dolphin breathing, the
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Like silk whispering across my skin; a gentle mist kissing my soul; kindness unburdening me; warmth, and cinnamon…
Remember that autumn we drove up to Campbell River, like teenagers skipping out of class – a cackle of women, spirituality forming – felt as