The Grandmother and Grandson, Mattea
The Bride and Groom
There’s no freedom like the abandonment of the familiar,
As an attunement to each breath in ourselves and the planet.
Nuances found in foreign waters, and on new lands,
Sweep us from our daily allêe,
Invite us through barriers in perception,
Stretching ways of seeing what we look at every day:
The miraculous layers of life,
From forever ’til tomorrow, and the tomorrows from tomorrow on.
After struggling like a butterfly in a blizzard for the past few months, humanity has fluttered back in my heart. Thank you, Greece. Thanks to Ruthanne Shobe, for glorious blue space to hear the imagination’s song.