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Showing posts from December, 2019

Spirit Whispers

Spirit whispers come play. Open your box of trinkets, buttons, yarn, beads. Dress me with dreams, hopes. Touch and woo me kindly. Together face the New Year fearless.

Joy Harjo on the Kitchen Table

She Led from the Heart

She led from the heart allowing curlicue rivers to flow outward, reaching, touching. Sometimes her grace was returned with a gentle caress, a floating leaf, a distant caw. Other times, her heart's river went unanswered. In the silent void, she waited for the smallest response, the slightest echo. Closing her eyes, she led again from the heart, another push outward, another intention set free. As divined, a river, not her own, responded. She opened her eyes to meet another's.