Sometimes the Ravens come out of my drum Talking and squawking and chirping and telling me things. Making fun of my serious life, showing me that I am still here and they too. Sometimes they fly out of my drum in a small group of one after the other just pop out of my drum.Continue reading “Raven Song I”
Visceral, multi-sensorial overwhelming on the everylittletinymolecularcelllevel I feel this weight. This strength. I am one with this tower of mothers.