Was it his breath on the whisper or the whisper on the breath that moved that little soul?

The Spirit of Water—Instinctual Power, Aligned Will, Courage & Wisdom

It was to be a word that slipped from my mouth, from my heart into the world over and over again.

My shoes crunched on the thick blanket of crumpled paper like leaves, then slipped occasionally due to the saturated earth underneath. I thought of earthworms and centipedes hidden below.

The sunlight tips sideways, making long shadows. The same story told twice. The old woman squats, leans back against the ancient wall selling eggs cracked open at the top so you can look in.

Embracing Emptiness

Brenda is free. She is in the no regrets zone. She is eternal.

How to catch a falling star