Twenty three days on the road – and home…
Mountains of laundry, bills, papers to be sorted, blessedly few messages on the answering machine.
’tis good to be in this space

Twenty three days on the road – and home…
Mountains of laundry, bills, papers to be sorted, blessedly few messages on the answering machine.
’tis good to be in this space

I LOVE Summer!

I was writing to someone today – and this wonderful metaphor slipped out:
“I am not done sucking the marrow from these bones of contention” and that along with a lovely lunch with lucsious ladies has revealed the next cairn.
Thank the goddess… this darkness and wandering was getting tiresome for even me… she who loves the hidden things, the unconscious wishes and desires and hopes and dreams, who douses for the underworld streams and throws herself in… yes – even I have had enough.
I am grateful for this sliver of clarity.