I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Romancing the Wild
Home is where we remember the call back to wild being through the winds of time.
thanks for the sweet comment at my blog and for this lovely reminder here on home, remembering and authenticity.
ReplyDeleteYou inspire and challenge, HQ. Thanks for the howl through the fog.
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