"I can't see your face in my mind..."

I sit here, staring off into the air, into the clouds, the vast ethereal glow descending upon the land. I am searching so intently, through and in between, wanting to see his eyes.

Then the fear hits. Will I see his eyes again? Will I be able to recognize them, or will I forget them completely? I don't want to forget. I want to know his face, stencil in each crevice by memory and recreate in pure exactness in full color, this vision. Heaven and hueful -- the rhythm of his sway, the dancing feet in the shadows, how he'd grab my shoulders or elbows to move me along for the flight. A gliding pair.

Atonement...please don't let me forget. I want to see my love.

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When everyone was quarantined, I felt like

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my brain is completely flooded i've rode this train before to a journey laden in cumbersome foot-stomps catching my frolic to the ground, tumbling over some man's arms, thick-legged brawn there is a part of me that says, 'you're too old for this'... maybe to know better is to be declarative and surrender to the certainties in life. however certain and present, the tornado will follow. it's better to live submissive instead of dismissive to the velocity of life held out in front of you... like the last banana in the fruit bowl, or that chocolate cake you just want to lick. bowl to casket. each motion a delight.

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Happy Earth Month! Right now, we see the blossoms opening, the vines ripening -- the sweet smell of Spring is here! Congratulations to everyone for making it out of the darkness, in this frigid air... the dew of the damp Earth has sprouted many blessings. Rake up the gentle soil and bring her into your circle. Let the abundance flow into your circle; enjoy the fragrance of your harvest. I wanted to offer up this powerful song; Madre Tierra , by Maya Jupiter. Her message is steady and daring to be spoken into the ears of all who dwell on and know Mother Earth. Speak righteously, and take care. ~ Jessica ~

The mind, a dormant stone

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