4/25 – Buried here.  Rooted here deep and unmoving into Gaia’s soul. Safe.

12/8 – Keep the quiet.  Make a stand.  You are beutiful in all weather.  You are loved and love–that is all the protection needed.  (from the Trees)

11/21 – The lilac tree is bare.  Branches like grief wave to me.  Salt water tears would be invisible to an ocean crab.  A non-dawn day.  Two hay bales.  Hey.  Affection and love is a cleaving energy–once the bowl is broken, the water flows.

Birds eating berries.  Sparrows scatter as I pass and cried when together at the thought of it.  Flowers are blooming still.

No parking but for the birds.

Remembering love on earth is touching the cheek of the Divine One.