The flow of the wind runs through the wheels as they stir music in my soul and I reveal to the busy madness there still is simplicity and joy just below the surface, yet rising up abundantly & always.
Love is a motion that is still expanding. One enters a fire of one’s own birth. Sometimes the fire burns one, sometimes the fire warms one up to one’s needed temperature of hearth, passion, & protection. When you find your fire exhilarating & healing’ that is a sign to go with its flare. 2~13~15