Wednesday, June 29, 2011

sacred day one hundred seventy-nine

wild beauty.

there's something so good about wild beauty.  the wildness of the wind & rain as it beats upon the studio windows in a showy storm. the wildness of flowers in bloom where they should be growing, underneath trees and along paths.  the wildness of women sitting around a table, scattering story seeds into the wind. there's something sacred about wild beauty that is seen, recognized, named, and known in this day.  these flowers, this moment gives the glimpse & recognition. 

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