Gone to seed, they said as if dried out was done and dusted unable to birth the next generation or build a foundation for the futures.

So, yeah God touched me the other day Reached out a mighty hand and laid it on the top of my head Blessed me in the sight of another...

When the world opens you (and, my love, she will) ~without invitation or preamble~ the lostness becomes the place that has been calling...

How long have you looked without seeing the strangeness of your own unearthly beauty that bends the inside of joy out to gaze upon...

Can you hear the song of the wind? the hum? the hymn? That breeze that sings your praises says your name whispers your heart's call to...

As we begin to drink more more sun than snow The pace of growth quicken for you as does the greening of things. Deepening roots will draw...

They said your head was in the clouds. It was actually in the stars. You still are. You just made yourself small, to feel seen and forgot...

They come, the Old Ones and the newly dead ones They come on the wind They come on the rivers From the ground they cleaved and called...

Legions live within the boundaries of her skin. Joined not at the hip but breath in breath they are, they walk, they weave. The Old Ones...