by Lesley | Mar 1, 2017 | Beloved, bliss, courage, Surrender |
It drifts in from the west a cloud, dark and churning. Sitting on a ridge top, we watch its drunken steps as it careens toward us. Do we hunker down? Do we run for cover? We stay still trusting the promise hidden within its vapor. From my...
by Lesley | May 15, 2014 | Creativity, Relationships, Sound |
Fluttery white flakes caress chive blossoms. Piñon smoke licks baby grass. Winter unites with spring birthing Love.
