Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.” – John Burroughs slowing of summer
His name is White Eagle, and he is a shaman. Long white hair, thin, ethereal. His voice, hypnotic and melliflous, both gentle yet powerful. He is to read me; proclaim my spirit name through a private session. I close my eyes as he drifts… Continue Reading “The Naming”
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