The Woods
Covered and buried in leaves,
Under the trees, under the wispy sky,
The earth, she whispers and breathes.
My ear to the ground,
My ear to the ground,
Her heart beat a deeper sound,
Then matches with mine. My light shines.
Slowly the trees move and sway above me,
Moving patterns of sun light brings more life.
Connecting my soul with the heavens,
Bringing peace in, bring love in.
Moving, spiralling to a place I remember,
Beyond the womb of time.
Prayer
Think this was me as a little girl.
Think this was me as a little girl.
 'Crow'  |
| Ever seen a white crow? This painting is called 'Souls' |
I feel my heart in flight when
I'm painting and wandering in
nature, by the sea, and early
mornings at dawn.
and sacred spirals
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| 'Follow' |
'The Hare and Crow'
There's beauty everywhere, just have to choose to see it.
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| The White Hare |
