hello spring, i am 28 now.
i may not be cellphone-less & roaming free along tiny Cretan mountainsides anymore, or at peace with only the sagebrush and crow’s wing silence for company somewhere outside of Taos, but i may just be the most content i’ve ever been this go-around. i pass the daze peddling raccoon’s teeth to fellow seekers adrift out on the mother road. prescribing herbs for broken hearts & modern times anxieties, consulting on the moon & ritval. domesticated just enough to care for my home and Hvsband and small pack of canines. feral enough to keep my illusions & secrets & wild heart content. my hair may not be as unruly & my eyes as far-away, but i am learning the magic of what it is to be an anchor grounded in the fleeting present.
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