A girl passed a day gamboling about a numinous wood. She dug her fingers into its flesh, put on its perfume, bathed in its mist, and learned its song. She asked its name; "I am old," said he, and kissed her face. And her spirit sighed.
- amy frances
- Art is how I make love to the earth. Wine is how the earth makes love to me. I practice yoga because, as Ani DiFranco has said, all that steel and stone are no match for the air, my friend; what doesn't bend breaks. Everything I do I do fiercely. I think in pictures, see in layers, hear in whispers, and feel in torrents. My mind never halts. My heart never yields. My soul is never sated. Beauty and love are my food and drink. God inhabits my inner, silent sanctum. I place my faith in paradox. I carry my friends with me, ever and always. There is no better partner than my husband.
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2 comments:
Thanks for allowing us to see some of what you saw--especially the bear!
Bev
Mmm. Lovely. You can almost smell the cool mist...
(I liked the little back-and-forth weave of the photos, too. I'll have to remember that for my blog...)
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