“Do you trust me”? She asks Yes and yes again, What ever comes, I trust you. Out of the great wide open of not knowing and uncertainty the Thunderbird appears opening her heart allowing her prayers to fall upon my open mind into my hands, creating.
Her prayers merge with my prayers and they land where the cranes of peace rest in the meadow of my heart near the lake of still waters where the quiet imaginings create ripples of light that catch my attention.
A soft lapping as the ripples reach the shore, murmuring, Everything’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be okay.
She is the one who keeps watch over the rhythm of life, fine tuning and re-tuning resonating the musical calm inside the chaos of...
I am the sister of the moon and kin to the silent owl in the night that seeks the sleeping bear. Quiet and reverent...
Borrowing from the library worlds and bundles, hearts and triumphs, characters for company, facts that pull try this, try that. But today, reading a...
