tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86834939470921834882024-03-05T05:00:21.124-08:00Temple DoorTemple Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718253746670669880noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683493947092183488.post-30608127611601896062012-01-09T23:35:00.000-08:002012-01-09T23:35:59.831-08:00Full Wolf Moon 2:30a.m.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2jbvFeKjruNrhBXCpJg0uGhy4LpZtMW-dCeVubWGGXCCrquUZSocWJwD1xPrq2ckAI4YwGEPAk7J9nYmmw85JQGR8jd14RdK0Rxgrh7HHxCzfgeHfpTAQP1P1i4Rxcssjm-eMbNLMYQ/s1600/wolf-moon-greenmanblogdotcom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2jbvFeKjruNrhBXCpJg0uGhy4LpZtMW-dCeVubWGGXCCrquUZSocWJwD1xPrq2ckAI4YwGEPAk7J9nYmmw85JQGR8jd14RdK0Rxgrh7HHxCzfgeHfpTAQP1P1i4Rxcssjm-eMbNLMYQ/s320/wolf-moon-greenmanblogdotcom.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Taking the wild feminine into the night, I pray that she sit at the base of my being.Temple Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718253746670669880noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683493947092183488.post-77368884185413721572012-01-08T16:49:00.000-08:002012-01-08T17:57:02.444-08:00Placing Flowers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN18kFtFnxn7NWAjwQoi6TnrpFEt-2aBohXSkNXNS7j9QzJmrBnXHo9EQSQZhnNW3IdMGYkS0TOX7GNLQbTwnnlorGLejePAoTe2h-GdeEh0ZuHdpprGr-zjhvnJbIkvN8qoej7MMEV6Q/s1600/door.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN18kFtFnxn7NWAjwQoi6TnrpFEt-2aBohXSkNXNS7j9QzJmrBnXHo9EQSQZhnNW3IdMGYkS0TOX7GNLQbTwnnlorGLejePAoTe2h-GdeEh0ZuHdpprGr-zjhvnJbIkvN8qoej7MMEV6Q/s320/door.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695433785731684658" border="0" /></a>It's been almost three years since putting words to heart, heart to writing. I wasn't sure if I would ever find the place where the ground was solid enough to sit, where the quiet was silent enough to hear, where I could withstand my own reflection, or recognize myself again. But now the sun is setting, and through the internal fog and fright, I have found a seat.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1RIM2f7b7GX13fT7cxe_UTDjbwsD5QXHxLzVDX2rIOjf8mJCQ5MSs0E3q06gX2m3Pd3G2MzaK_zlJAz7iN8zxHsMFgIwKNMYAXoJXskUDwUXjQ0nmIJOVRFOaB2n7nBTL_2YmQ5k0D7Q/s1600/Sandals.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1RIM2f7b7GX13fT7cxe_UTDjbwsD5QXHxLzVDX2rIOjf8mJCQ5MSs0E3q06gX2m3Pd3G2MzaK_zlJAz7iN8zxHsMFgIwKNMYAXoJXskUDwUXjQ0nmIJOVRFOaB2n7nBTL_2YmQ5k0D7Q/s320/Sandals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695437288541770978" border="0" /></a>Flowers at the temple door. This line wrote itself inside my falling frame and held me in thin air while a body of loss fell off my bones. Before there was a temple, before I knew anything about where I was....flowers at the feet of the temple door. That's where I wanted to wake up after this lifetime of a cycle ended. That's where I think I am. But it will take days and possibly years to bring it all into view. That's ok. For now, I place the flowers down to rest upon blades of grass so green and moist that I happily steady my gaze there. Words are a lot from this place, but I love the journey too much to keep it to myself.Temple Doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15718253746670669880noreply@blogger.com3