Erin On The Arne
Photo from Frank John Culley
All is well when we honor our heart's deepest leanings. The deeper into our hearts we go the closer to you the more still we are- and the more we lean upon you here and in all your manifests. Memories sprout from the edges of where we have ever been mushrooms after spring rain reach up from a hidden root individual memory sprouts from the root mass smells of dark earth- and it is good. Twigs of consonants structure the nest of time in which soft-bellied vowels chirp life- stillness falls upon the forest.