Fault lines are the things Which run under the skin Beneath the earth Unseen Chaos Waiting to erupt You have to know Why they are there Because only then Can you hope to avoid the triggers *others… http://athousandbitsofpaper.com/2019/11/03/holding-stones/ Or http://athousandbitsofpaper.com/2017/07/21/song-of-the-flightless-birs/
In dreams sometimes Inexplicably you appear Like a signpost To the left I thought I had travelled past thousands of miles Turns out I’ve barely taken two steps And that’s just not fair.
The moon is new The decade untapped A world of potential Which ways will we shift In which to enact Change? For it is so desperately required So deeply emeshed Mired Have we become in overusing Abusing Creating toxic waste Eating our own planet In our haste To have everything But what is every thing? […]
I didn’t realise I Was wearing My Filter As some kind of invisible accessory I have taken it off now Please Tell me your story again… *there is a difference between hearing and listening And it becomes instantly apparent When we err Or it did to me this morning – hence the second post while […]
This morning I had something occur which is frustrating – because I couldn’t do much about it. A lady is in hospital in pain and is all crumpled inside Her chance of having children is now gone She was asking for some love, some conversation from the depths of her blog Yet her comments weren’t […]