I reached out, touched the trunks of trees as we traveled together in the afternoon sun. I recall the feeling of textures and the girth of a tree in my arms as I tried to encircle it. I needed to touch the overlapping surface of the Locust tree, put it in my memory bank where I can retrieve it when wintry days become anxious and lonely.Continue reading →
Malachite held layers of copper between her spiteful greens,
powerful stone of the new millenium.
Walking by Inner Vision Journal Writing Assignment #22 The Photograph as Subject for your writing 1._ Select a photograph that seems to have special meaning for you. 2._ Sit quietly and look at the photo selected. 3._What colors do you … Continue reading →