Reflection and Shadow

Reflection and Shadow

Reflection and Shadow A quiet pool will hold your face,A liquid portrait, soft and near,It knows your form, your time, your space,But cannot know the thoughts you bear,A lovely ghost, but not the soul. When evening comes, the form extends,A stretch of charcoal upon...
Transitioning into Autumn

Transitioning into Autumn

The scent of woodsmoke and damp earth,Has settled on a cool and crisp morning,Whispering a promise of change. We stand at the year’s crossroads,With a harvest to fill our hearts for what’s to comeAnd gratitude, as we release the summer heat. The amber...
The Clay, the Seed, and the Arrow

The Clay, the Seed, and the Arrow

The Clay, the Seed, and the Arrow We stand on a threshold of mist,the past a faint echo, the future a whisper.Here is the clay we can mold,shaping potential with our hands,a constant becoming. This moment is the crucible,where the unwritten future holds all...
Walking with Medicine

Walking with Medicine

When we enter into a ceremony, we do so with trembling hearts and open hands. We come as seekers, carrying the weight of our wounds and the fire of oaur longing. We kneel before the Mystery, offering our songs, our sweat, our silence. Some bring tobacco. Some bring...
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