Moon Mother chanting cool water
a delicate storm path
the rain’s journey
I swim in
warm
strong
deep
comfort like skin, a gentle blue water gift
a flowing heart flood
I hear a thousand laughing
sea tongues
sing spirit medicine
transforming dancing light
into a still lake of peace
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I'm Denise. I'm a dog lover, a nature fanatic, a hiker, and a future yurt-dweller.
I believe that stories lurk in all the tiny moments that make up our everyday lives. They wait, curled into themselves, until someone finds them and jailbreaks them, leading them out into the light.
I have a flashlight. Follow me!
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