An island once was here. Not years ago, but merely days. After only a week of rain the river swallowed it whole, leaving…
a small stone circlinga larger stone circlinga ball of fire reflecting backon the small stone
The Beavers
Last night I woke to the sound of animals crawling between my walls, clawing and scratching through passages.
A mindfulness practice to root in present awareness. A gratitude practice to devine deeper appreciation. A discomfort…