Eingebrannt in die Geschichte meiner Ahnen, ist die Geschichte unserer Liebe; eine spirituelle Entscheidung. Ganz wundervoll beschrieben ist das Epos unseres Bundes, Niedergeschrieben in
… your worth as a living being was measured in full when you were born. Do nothing if that is your desire. That’s what I do. It may be your destiny. I hope it’s mine.
I am the newborn universe born once more, over and over again. I am an old woman speaking her wisdom to the universe. I am a young bird singing. I am its Mother weeping. I am the sun laughing all the way every single day & it’s hard to believe it’s been perfect from the start, yes, perfect from the start.
I tossed and turned throughout the night. I felt something amiss, not quite right. Thunder rolled across black skies, lightning struck shut both my eyes.
If you are a shafter of hope, don’t sit at my table. If you would abandon humanity,; babies who suffer, women in anguish, the deaf,
I am your mother. I make love to the moon. You are a bird, downy-garbed, not yet ready to fly. I drink the Earths
Full moon silver frosted leaves, glacine dew robed sycamore sleeves. Sagacious spiders (masters of weave), slept snug & warm beneath my eaves. The creek roared