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in other words // sweet solitude

“when i stood alone on the gentle swell of the prairies in my youth and felt the sting or caress of the wind and held my head to the skies and breathed the hope of the blue and white and gold of the freedom above the horizon i was less alone than i have ever…

everything flows // age of aquarius

  “sometimes i go about pitying myself, and all the while i am being carried on great winds across the sky.” -the lakota sioux amidst the afterglow of the holidays and the promise of my january birthday, i spend a lot of time ruminating.  and gallivanting.  ruminating and gallivanting – both inside and out.  taking…

the hunger

fierce is the longing for my home place, an intangible ache marrow-deep. shaped by her fields and her bayous, her mysteries and misfits and beasts. borne of her soil, married to her seasons, my rhythms shift and change in her absence. her likeness haunts me, ablaze in the kaleidoscope of colors at sundown or the song…