Portal

There’s an invisible portal in the mantle covering Earth; look closely without staring: focus softly, not sharp, and you might conjure enough filaments to pop through, unexpectedly shifting into another realm long ago expunged from collective recall; Most...

Returning

My love for the land, whether thick wood or freshwater, has never left my awareness, ever seeking shelter in the bosom of Creation, Gaia Mother, by whatever name she may be known; And as I return to this rugged terrain of my birth, I am reminded that grace is ever...