yes.
it's sweet grass, kaite. the first people here, or native americans, or indians, used/use it
braided as a means of blessing. grows along rivers, is woven into braids.
Suzanna…notices the path
and jude…"spooky beauty"…LOVE this
life is spooky
when you allow it to permeate the "filters" we use to keep it , uhhhh, ordinary.
I love that you said this. Gives me permission in a certain way, to talk, maybe, about
the ordinary spooky.
as in
how
no matter where we live
greece, australia, new york, new mexico, oregon, the U.K.
we look up
and there is this moon. same moon, yours, mine. how can this be?
I used to try to explain this to the child that this spookily beautiful "doll" was "made from".
she is now 22 years old and in the United States Navy, stationed in San Diego and has a
son, Julian, who is 6 months old and has just learned to
sit up
on his own
and THAT's spooky.
they are coming next week. and my son who is a chef in the fast lane of Denver. Spookier still.
windthread 
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