Tag Archives: Mandala
Small Stone #3
She comes in spring, on earth-colored wings, piercing eyes aimed toward future, where she knows that summer builds slow burning warmth in her belly.
That Wild Thing Again
A while back, I wrote several articles about the Wild Things that inhabit the human psyche. Those dreams or things we were interested in but that somehow got cut off, blocked in the course of the Socialization Process, sent … Continue reading
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