Wowwww. Thank you, Abe! 🙏🏾 I feel beloved earth receiving acupuncture through these words, wounds woven with beauty… the thread 🪡… in in in. How I love the drumbeat of this poem, and your reflections …. 🌱 thank you.
Two lines, "The Wind is sewing with needles of rain... (and) ...lifting colour from the ground;" such wonderful imagery. They seep into my mind with slow calmness reminding me to pause, wait and breath. One, two, three. The meditative spiral melds well with the words.
You are a reminder of safety in the chaos. Thank you, Abriel. ❤️🔥
what a high compliment, Rei. thank you.
Wowwww. Thank you, Abe! 🙏🏾 I feel beloved earth receiving acupuncture through these words, wounds woven with beauty… the thread 🪡… in in in. How I love the drumbeat of this poem, and your reflections …. 🌱 thank you.
So happy her driving rain rhythm and play reached you…stitch, beautiful, stitch
Two lines, "The Wind is sewing with needles of rain... (and) ...lifting colour from the ground;" such wonderful imagery. They seep into my mind with slow calmness reminding me to pause, wait and breath. One, two, three. The meditative spiral melds well with the words.
jan, i love your meditation. lifting color from the ground moved me too, and i keep thinking about it. i’m glad her words soothed your being.