Trees, Guardians Of Earth’s Realm Silent, Except For Brushes With Ghosts Keepers, Old, Stand Roots Travel, They Hold Secure For All, For Generations Deep Knowing-Not Unknown Tree-Dwellers Tree-Huggers Hear the Voices Trust In Sacred Embrace …by Teresa Carey 2011
Where am I at? That’s a good question. I am holding on to tears inside of me, in a strangely quiet way. It’s like a cool, rippling pool on the floor of my heart, a kind of solitude without bitterness. A little bit like church music on the lakeshore at… Continue reading
In case anyone is wondering, this piece is metaphoric… I took him into me whole. It was like an inbirth, almost like possession. I had the sense of something needing changing–some darkness that must be transformed. I cast out the Devil’s talon (as I had envsioned the problem) so that… Continue reading