first i was there, now here, soon there
it is in isolation, in this special place, that the deep grooves are made...hefty pockets of eccentricities, insights, awake dreams, clear streams of thoughts, knowings, deep breaths, glow, peace, wildness, connection with self...
it is almost time. this pattern so familiar... reclusion-> digging in soil, reading books... emergence->juxtapose...solitude-> paint, write, observe, learn...contrast-> dance, laughter, connecting...wilderness->inward
it is almost time. my spirit is quieting, beginning to follow the sun.
~michelle