Not All Who Wander Are Lost

Lately I have noticed myself spending a lot of time in the mirror. This isn't just vanity. As I look at the creases getting deeper around my eyes, at the sunspots popping up like a Dalmatian taking residence on my face, the permanent crease across...

"A loud gathering Mardi Gras in the rain Noise, noise---so much noise Too much noise The crowd exploding with applause"...

I am "highly sensitive the way sand is sensitive to the wave, the way trees are sensitive to the quality of air, the way a wolf can hear another creature step into her territory from over a mile away...

Emotions dancing through fragments of thought. Desiring a cave - Hieroglyphic walls. Runes, tarot, buckskin. Feeling the sanctuary of earth. Singing over the bones for those living and those who have passed...

This morning I awoke to crisp air on my face, birds singing from their sanctuary with the occasional, "who-who" echoing in the distance...