The sting of the never-ending novelty and more of modernity

After a day indoors, the bite of the cold and a glimpse of wildness is a welcome return home.

A Soul might rest in memory and homage to the ancient...

An encounter after offerings of gratitude, a breath that can only be felt in subtle realms and our journey together into remembering....

We might be caught by warm wind. This writing is a taste of the feminine embrace of death while living. A deep gift it is to see, and feel, and know the depth of kindness that is here and awaits us.

Word and soul appear out of the depths of a journey into the waters of Lago de Atitlán, Guatemala.