by Lesley | Mar 11, 2019 | Beloved, Sound, Uncategorized |
We glide among sleeping aspens rime ice coating branches above our heads, a snow cloud under our skis. Within this gray-sky cathedral all is quiet except the creaking limbs as they dance to the wind’s song. We trek deeper and deeper into the misty woods...
by Lesley | Jan 8, 2014 | bliss, Divine, eternity, materialsim |
This poem by my friend JoHanna Hartwig perfectly depicts this lovely time of year. Solstice In the sweetest hours of dawn the world hangs in perfect balance. We dreamers on this plane tell ourselves we are awaiting the sun’s return. But I ask… Is...
