Saturday, June 19

Tag: reconstruction


Nature, Poetry, Spirituality
volcano you are drilling into my base disrupting   my sleep as if i have no life of my own.  extracting the useful minerals and elements and rocks and life to manipulate.           like i am one big box of crayons for you to use as you create life in your image.  not the pack of 64 crayons not the pack of 128 but the infinite colors of life but you use only burnt sienna.   wake up! i am Mother Gaia the colors of the cosmos life comes on my terms.            do not push me beyond the limits sustainable by creation it will not be pretty.                       Terri Stewart, 2010  Well, it seems it has been quite a year.  I never really put it all together until Friday.  -Sarah, my beloved Beagle, died of cancer in July of 2009 -I finally did the heavy lifting grieving work ...