First sunrise of spring. The sun has crossed the equator. The sun’s crossing gifts spring to the northern hemisphere and fall to the southern hemisphere. One movement. Two vastly different seasons. Growth and life and the drawing down of life. Longer days and shorter days……
Dear Doubt- Upon the drought hardened earth I have called forth the rain to transform the earth into ink upon which the footprint of my scirch has been left. May the footprint left, like the wax seal of authority,…..
I am not an artist. I smile to think of how coloring challenges a non-artist like me. But the image in my heart was so real. A large heart and a candle holder shaped like the earth nestled in the heart’s dent. The flame was swaying back…..
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