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Author Archives: lbk
what flowers will flower
The Ferryman takes my hand, makes a hammock of his body, holds and enfolds me. All around, the turbulence continues. Within his embrace my light shines. I cannot know what it might mean to others. Only that it is. It … Continue reading
Posted in Divine Light, dreaming, Ferryman
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until we are rested
I go to the Wellspring. I am full of splinters. Shrapnel. “Why do I always get so full of splinters?” She applies leaches to suck the splinters out. I sink down limp and baggy. “I would like to be a … Continue reading
Posted in Night Hawk, The Grandmother, Wellspring
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fit
I stand in front of the Wellspring with great chunks of me falling off. I keep picking up the pieces and trying to stick them back on. It’s distressing and awkward and hopeless. I look to the Wellspring for help. … Continue reading
Posted in Seasons, Wellspring
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remembered
Water streams from the back of my head like a mane. I run out to sand in the grass. NH lifts me up, wraps me in his cloak, holds me dear. NH sings my name to me. He shows me … Continue reading
Posted in Night Hawk
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without the boat
Went to ground. Went to water. I was in the fountain all undone. I was in the river with the brown water flowing cool over me, hiding me, holding me. I held the lip of the boat and kept my … Continue reading
Posted in Days, dreaming, Fox
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the fox’s clean feet
The bear comes for me, moving quick. I grab hold of his ear and ride like a ribbon streamer as he bounds up the mountainside. The smell of hot dirt and sage washes through me. On the mountainside I am … Continue reading
Posted in Bear, Days, Fox
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the road & the fox
The road is a pale sandy track through the trees, easy under foot. The bear walks with me. We go easy, not talking much, just following the road. Turning a bend we find a big red fox sitting in the … Continue reading
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an act of habitation
I go to meet the spirit of this day, to help me navigate this day of doing, duty and devotion. This hot Saturday in a house full of boys. I go to the Wellspring. I am a ribbon in the … Continue reading
the hedge of my choosing
I am surrounded by a thorn hedge. I have drawn the hedge around myself. I cannot move my tenderness against the hedge without doing damage. The sky comes down into the tangle in the form of cloud. Moisture condenses on … Continue reading
Posted in dreaming, My love
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encircled
I hold out my hand. The Ferryman is right there, reaching for me, the tips of our fingers graze. The pulse of connection is deep and settling. We are united, shoulder to shoulder. The circle, all around me, the circle … Continue reading
Posted in Ferryman
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