Dear Poets and Dreamers,
If you’ve ever watched Grandmother Spider closely, you’ll know what a beautiful and sacred art weaving is! Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until a pattern slowly emerges. I hope you enjoy my morning reflections, spun in the poet’s garden! …
“Dear Poets and Dreamers,
From the Dust of Ages and the Eternal Fire, we return with the seed of love …”
“Okay, that’s it, I’m putting my fat animus on a post-holiday diet! For too long now he’s been aggressively stuffing me full of sugar and fat and making me feel, well, quite ill, if not tired most of the time …”
