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Dipping a toe (or perhaps a finger) into poetry. Musings & more ...
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Even in the roar of criticism, I am called to make magic, to keep peace, to raise my voice into the shouting sky.
Tethers. Feathers. Facing freedom and forgetting it. Floating free and feeling tied down. Straining at my pen like ropes are wrapped around my wrists.
Earth Mother holds all without expectations or consideration of time or age or income. She sustains and adapts. She weathers the wild fires. She writes in her pajamas and shares because she is called to share.