Portal Between the Worlds
Autumn has finally tipped toward winter. After so many warm days, it began to rain and mist. The veil between the worlds is still thin. The lighted trees feel like a portal to another dimension.
I thought of my late sister this morning (she died this month in 2014) When she passed I felt like I was part of a constellation that was askew, it was hard to find my footing, my feelings.
I’m finding myself living in surreality again. After leaving the role of caregiving for Mom, and leaving the house, I feel like I took a leap and am rolling in a tight ball down a precipice. I have wings, and they are tiny and have yet to unfurl. They are close, closely tucked into my body. My wings have got to open soon – this spinning is not meant to go on for long. Right?
Lights in the dark feel welcoming, needed.
Spooky/not spooky.
Sally Go Round the Roses
Where do you find light in the dark?
How do you experience transition?
November 13, 2022
woodstick, New york
holly troy ~ sacred folly 
My heart is but a fruit of light. It costs oh but a Euro.
The groundhog’s shadow will hide once again,
As the sun in winter burrows.
Lemons absorb the vitamin sun in the urban suburban rurals.
The shadow of the tree move across the lawn (Like a Sundial) , as the sun in winter burrows.
Never do they hibernate , the eastern grey common squirrel.
My mind it digs a hole in the ground , as the sun in winter burrows.
I worry about our Mother Earth , therefore my brow dose furrow.
In the birdbath a bird baths in a puddle of leaves. As the sun in winter burrows.
(Kiernan , Ross)
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TJ! xoxo HT
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