I Eventually Found That The Soul Is

The Feminine Journey Is A Story Unfolding, And Its Epiphanies Come Through Real Things, Through Tangibles Like Walking Sticks And Dreams And Deer Antlers--all Of Which We Might Miss Without Taking Time And Space In Deep Being.

We Become What We Pay Attention To.

The Redness Had Seeped From The Day And Night Was Arranging Herself Around Us. Cooling Things Down, Staining And Dyeing The Evening Purple And Blue Black.

The Hardest Thing On Earth Is Choosing What Matters.

It Shocks Me How I Wish For...what Is Lost And Cannot Come Back.