To notice humanity reflected in a sea ravished twisted twig is no fallacy |
and she grew out of a mermaid's purse, still soft and wet from the stormy sea |
drawing growing becoming crystals |
I knit my own rainbow beard, I create and am created |
dancing the whimsy with my rose bud baby |
in the middle of the night these smiles came through my hands and brought joy to the bedspread of a feverish child |
when you raise my shell ear with your fingertips I am mist pulling backwards, there decay is merely change and life is everlasting |
the stroke of an early morning waterfall |
for love |
dust to dust, breath, redemption, the heart and soul of a french garden teapot becoming a baker's house a little patisserie |
to be green grass joy |
Your work is amazing. Thank you so much for sharing it online. I love the little school. So sweet and warm.
ReplyDeleteThank you so very much, I have also found your lovely blogs and fb page
ReplyDeleteWonderful words,
ReplyDeletecheers Marie
thank you!!
DeleteSomething led me here , tired I was, ready for sleep, but it caught my eye, something I thought that I had not seen....and such a treat and such a wonderful journey through the hearts and homes of wee spirits and gentle souls, always patiently waiting to bless and inspire those humans who turn and look and see. Thank you so much....
ReplyDeleteyour noticing is a blessing, thank you, as always thank you!
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