it's different here, than at the Other Place….when Wind comes. Here, this Hill, there is almost always some movement, but gentle…drifting through, across and down. This Wind today though, blew my hair. Blew through the 100 ft trees, Rushing, Shushing, the sound of ebb and flow….tides. a Pulse. As if from a Great Heart. as if. i think about the words, as if.
i love very much the marks on this cloth. Takes me again back to the paraphrase from Women Who Run With the Wolves. Clarissa Pinkola Estes.
Stand and face what you know.
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