Jul 21, 2017
At Hellgate Canyon
Stop. Breathe. Again. Good. Wind whistles in endless pine trees as your neck cranes higher to look. -do you see it yet?- The bright blue sky– paint from a God-hand streaks through the gaping canyons of yourself. Places unexplored. Sit on the black-orange-mold-moss that scares you. Let yourself reflect on decay, on the parts of yourself dead and dying. Smell the lambs ear of sage offered to you,…
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