Liliosh of the Junipers, flies like the wind from tree to tree. She makes no sound. Her little heart light, the only hint she’s around.She glimmers in the morning dew drops in the sunflower forest. She sets a gentle breeze through my hair.She isn’t there if I look for her. She stays busy with fairy… Continue reading Liliosh
I smell the olive trees scenting the air with their sweet sweet perfume. Every year I wait for them to bloom. It is such a delight to drive along to do some homely chore, and without warning the inward breath is filled with that lovely odor. And this is the season for the sacred… Continue reading Summer Goings On
Morning is coming. We know because the night doesn’t feel so heavy. The air has sparkly weightlessness as bit by bit the sky changes from Midnight blue to glowing yellow, and pink around the edges of the horizon. Dew forms on the grasses and flowers. The scent of freshness rises up to our noses. Birds… Continue reading Morning Is Coming~
“Are you watering weeds?” he asked The neighbor who’s yard is bare of much green. I smiled and answered, “yes, and the flowers.” He didn’t say anything, but walked away with a smirk. Flower’s roots and seeds wake from their winter sleep, slowly they stretch up toward the sky. They aren’t always apparent, unless you… Continue reading Watering Weeds
We went to the land of magic at night on the longest day in June, under the birch and spruce trees near 100,000 lakes, as we waited for the waning moon. We ran and jumped while our gossamer scarves shimmered in bright purple and blue. For the song that we sang as we danced in… Continue reading A Summer Solstice
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