We are socked in this month, almost every morning a blank fog sits til 12 like this were San Fransisco. Maybe in the night my dreams of mountains and ebony-green came true? In the dull moments of morning I am held by something meangingful, strung together in pre-cellphone reach scraps, if I were north again…Northern land…
Tag: Full Moon
Meditations on Summer Solstice
There is something so primitive about summer. It makes me want to curl in to the earth and let the land grow right through me. Summer yearns in my body so fantastic, a pace of blood that is almost breathable it’s so alive. Opposite that, I experience early summer in a way that feels base,…
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