The shimmering tent came alive with their help.
The shimmering tent came alive with their help.
I learned to build a fire out of necessity.
I learned to call it the soul bell. She still rings when something resonates profound.
Stars burn tiny holes in the fabric of the night and I exhale, the nerves leaving me into the bottle we passed around.
The coin says, you are paid in full and can leave here without fear and get where you are going. It is a small grace for helping loved ones cross over.
I spool around and around, creating from memory a lifeline between You and I.
I savor their smooth, enchanting feel as I delicately pull more from the white basket, whispering them through my fingers.
Vibrant blue became our value true. Cornflowers, bachelor’s buttons, trumpet blooms held between our palms, pressed for all their softness.
Leaves fall and spice the earth— I greet the dead with flowers, coins, and a joyful heart.
My little girl’s smile— as she wakes from sleep.