Of Wednesday, September 19, 2012:
Sun glows in west skies.
Red rock clouds,. Breezes toss boughs.
Insects sing the night.
Of Thursday, September 20, 2012: I dance and fly with Feathers, as we wind our way to and fro along the path that leads to Center. There, the Magnolia tree shelters and yet, allows unusual views that capture the imagination.
Energy flows in, around, and out to all, calling, “Come, come whoever you are. Wanderers, worshiper, lovers of leaving. Ours is no caravan of despair. Come, yet again, come.” Reach out, step out, learn something new. touch your soul. Join us. I really could fly if even metaphorically.