ODE TO LOVE AS A MYCELIATED COMPOST HEAP
THE ELEMENTAL COMPOSITION OF SLOWNESS
Slowly emerging from the cacoon of dieta...
Tender and slow...
The stillness reverberating, and me, rocked gently in its arms...
Unpealing my wild mind...
finding shapes hidden inside...
shapes other-than-human to occupy and old tongues flapping... Long out of use, finding their voice.
In me.
Again.
🕷SINGING THE SPIDER🕷
I'm less intertested in the names of species than I am with spending time in their company- learning to participate in their magnificence, interweaving with them, dreaming with them, singing with them... to having my being permeated with their presence...
Little Lioness
You are my wild heart that cannot help dreaming of open plains and untouched lands that speak in tongues lost to all but the quietest of minds, the subtlest of hearts.
Please teach me to walk unheard in this wild place so I may see what you see, feel what you feel.
Please show me how to dreamwalk this world and enter deeply into its many wounds.
The Silver Pool
Soft green grass grows at its edges and tiny blue wildflowers with yellow centres invite me to take off my clothes and lie in their fragrant carpet. My childlike heart resides here, the one who feels the mystery ever waiting to be discovered.
Deep Earth Dreaming 