What She whispers on the wind… Earth in conversation with my Muse…

The great night from which you were born

Part of my myth-poetic story, the truth at the center of the image I was born with, is that there is a fire flowing through me from the stars and from the center of the earth which meet in my center. And, it is true, we all come shining forth like stars from the great...

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The Forest breathes with me

I slept the forest, without a tent, for the first time since moving to Germany 7 years ago. I am not sure how to help you appreciate the magnitude of the feeling that arises through this act. Somehow, the spell, or curse, of being banished to the city, has been...

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On the Shores of Soul Lake

Imagine, you are standing on the shores of a beautiful Lake, the sun is setting and the colors of red, rust, orange and gold streaked with pink are arcing through the sky, lighting up the clouds. The surface of the lake is still and the reflection of clouds, trees,...

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