storytellersrus

Small mom on a fading horizon.

About Me

Transitioning back and forth and back again, red, yellow, green, indigo then orange then green.  Could there be lavender?  The skin wrinkles and the bones creak.  Regain the yoga practice; recapture the kundalini moment; recreate the spontaneity.  Dirt paths weaken the ankles.  Late television postpones the awakening.  I know what is right, but I do not do it.  Old friends arrive with dead expectations.  New friends flash wise Internet eyes.  A luminous sky matches this site's border.  Move under... move into... move... on.

Career

Writer poet triple Aquarian INFJ seeking cause to break from 55 years of controlled madness and race pell mell towards unpolluted Big Mind.



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