raven-wing-girl

The visit really started for me the moment that I saw her hands.  I was immediately mesmerized by the tone of the skin that moved across those hands that have traveled so many years and places. The lines of structure so clearly visible under her thin skin lead my eyes to her knuckles, swollen from the years of labor that they were asked to partake in.  Even with these vestiges of time heavy upon them, they appeared beautiful to me.  Her skin radiant with the vibrancy of life touched and love offered. My hands, an echo of hers thirty years younger, wanted to share my mother's pain, even if for only a moment to relieve her. I gently took her h

there is a sadness in the air today... cold and raining... the trees are all breathing their last gasp... before the long sleep of winter... each one forced into a state of suspended animation... my soul cries for them and feels them slip into darkness... my soul entangled one with them is freezing in thought of the long winter... coming upon us... must build a fire in my heart... sending it to my feet as an offering for the earth below.... a fire that will stop the darkness from all consuming... know that it is fine and the fire will lead me on... the trees are dying for now.... but will return alive and new in the spring sun...

i am finding happiness again... unfolding like the eager petals of a flower         at the bright streaming sword of warmth                                that breaks the mornings mist.... this is good!