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Author Archives: lbk
storms and shelters
The Wellspring sees me studded in blue lights. The lights aren’t actually embedded in me, but hang in strands, a little off my body, running from my head to the ground, a curtain of lights. They bump and rattle as … Continue reading
inscrutable acts of love
I’m not doing nothing. I keep blowing out little globules of possibility, denser than soap bubbles, more like fish eggs, they cluster and cloud me. “Hey.” The Ferryman touches a finger to my heart, steadies me. I’ve gotten a little … Continue reading
meant to dive
I am standing on a thin, sharp peninsula of rock, high in the air, far above everything but wind. My feet completely fill the tip of the ledge. In front and to either side there is no ground, there is … Continue reading
Posted in an unexpected perspective
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in the deep
It is dark all around. Dark but translucent. Weight with space in it. I am in deep water. There is a bouyancy to being here. The water does not negate the pressure and turmoil in effect at the surface, but … Continue reading
floods and aftershocks
There is mud. Over everything. In everything. My hair, my ears, my mouth. The Ferryman takes my head in his hands, clears my eyes with the pads of his thumbs, gives voice to words I can’t make any sense of. … Continue reading
Posted in held safe in the strength of his belief
Tagged dream, endurance, faith, overwhelm, support
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fertile ground
The flood waters receded. There was a flood, a rush of noise, a fullness beyond capacity. Some things were lifted and carried. Some things were buried. Everything, everything was tested in its hold. I lie in the mud plane, a … Continue reading
many things at once
It is raining, turbulent. The Ferryman and I are hunkered down in the boat, heads bent, keeping our weight low. A song comes through me, from the water, from the chop itself, and the wind. The song lights a fire … Continue reading
spell of waiting
The Ferryman brushes the wet hair from my face, my eyes; I am soaked by the mist, heavy with wet, blinded. His hands find me out. I am raked open by his kindness. All that is heavy, the physical limitations, … Continue reading
I stand ignited
I go to be of service. The Wellspring says, “Only be the light. Nothing focused or specific. You don’t need story, you don’t need detail. Stand and draw the light through you and send it out into the need of … Continue reading
onslaught
There is a great noise, a clatter and roar. Frantic readying. My hair pulled back from my face, armor in place. Hands at my shoulders. Hands at my chest. Small touches. Quick breath. Action is called for. Something. I can’t … Continue reading
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