Riding the cusp between imagination and reality…
I look at today’s waxing and see a dragon… I wonder if he’s slain or slumbering or maybe silently guarding hoards of treasure… I laugh at that thought as I remember being asked a question first thing this morning – Where’s the pot of gold? The other driver arrived by bike this morning and saw […]
Read More Waxtober 26These birds flew in, alongside Dear Heart and Burning Beau. I remember thinking there was something a little off about them. Why Kites? They were very distinctly Kites in my journeyed vision, Red Kites with distinctive forked tails (though the V appears to have got lost in the waxing)… and that felt strange against the […]
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The pure and blessed way 