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pearl of my heart
The Wellspring greets me with her calm smile, cups my face in her hands in blessing. I am so grateful for her, for her presence in my life, her steadfastness. I want to gift her. I reach into my chest … Continue reading
Little Bit
It is difficult to express, starts out messy, dreaming of pockets. I am sloppy and shedding and everything hurts. I find my way to the Wellspring and ask for help with the ache in my head. I see my heart incased … Continue reading
Posted in Bear, The Grandmother, Wellspring
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all the leaving
I went to the Wellspring and couldn’t hold my shape at all. I lifted my hands in supplication and they melted away. “Why have you stayed away?” she asked. I didn’t know. Sometimes I lose the way. Sometimes it seems … Continue reading
Posted in Bear, Night Hawk, Wellspring
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whatever it is
I do not see the river. Or hear it. Or smell it. It is dark where I am, the ground hard and scrabbly under foot, the sky blanked by cloud. I do not even know which direction to walk in. … Continue reading
Posted in Ferryman
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water bringer
She lifts my chin with one broad finger, adjusts the tilt of my head so that my spine flows down like water and my shoulders breathe. “That’s better,” she says. She is dun colored, stone defined in broad strokes, simple … Continue reading
Posted in dreaming
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owl wings
I have made myself a bed in the beard of a sleeping giant. I rise, dance and scatter flowers across the rise and fall of his breath. Then I settle back and sleep some more. I might be wearing bells … Continue reading
Posted in Days, dreaming, Giant
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August changes
I go to the Wellspring as a softness in the air, the blurred edge between leaf green and sky gray. She receives me with a smile. I see suddenly that she is my buddha nature. There she sits, so serene. … Continue reading
Posted in Seasons, Wellspring
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secret field of flowers
I went to the Wellspring. I was liquid and flowing. I was Wellspring. We laughed at that. I gifted her with the way the light chipped through the leaves. The bear came. He was warm and smelled earthy. I buried … Continue reading
Posted in Bear, Days, Deer Man, Fox, Wellspring
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sisters
Telling is brushing her long black hair. She is supple and smiling. I give her the golden bowl to drink from. She has forgiven me my long neglect. My heart pours out, rippling and dark as her hair. We have … Continue reading
Posted in dreaming, June Bug, Telling, The Grandmother
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enough
I am beached on my own shore, unmoving. There is weed in my hair and a certain sogginess about my fingertips. Pebbled. I lie still in the comfort of the dark. The shush of the river soothes me; sweet, wordless … Continue reading
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