Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
I thought I saw you in the clouds floating in an azure sky but it was only my memories playing tricks on me
And if you should forget me I’ll be the whispering wind calling to you from across the sea caressing fragrant skin
“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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