It's a watery uncertain place, this unfathomable universe. No need to plan or have too many expectations. Time instead to observe and go with the flow. At the close of 2020 there was a moon. It's not that I was following, but everywhere I turned, she was . . .
Evening is drawing in. The water has settled into calm stillness. Tonight the warm hearts of my sisters in wildness stir new possibilities. We are seeking a kind of wild time dreaming. Then one of them reminds me of Dawna Markova's poem. I go back to her later, dipping in at . . .
“I wish I could close my eyes and be blown into dust and nothingness, feel all my thoughts disperse like dandelion fluff drifting off on the wind.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium Nothingness There was a whole lot of nothingness going on down at the River Anne, in the Anne Valley. . . .
“All water is holy water.” ― Rajiv Joseph There are five layers. What is in front of my eyes; this pool. What is floating on the surface; these leaves. What is reflected in the pool; some trees. What is lurking underneath; the deep. What is over my head; . . .
It started with images of autumn leaves floating in the murky waters of the lake. Already layered and textured, I added the photo of myself standing, half turned in the archway. Then the little lantern plants and the meditating rabbit. Happy Halloween and there are lots . . .