Waiting for Shadows

Magic is out there... somewhere. I know it is because I have seen it, touched it, tasted it. Often it is in the beauty of the earth before me. Occasionally it is in the air like a smell, a sense,... a quickening. Sometimes it eludes me, but that is ok because I still know it is there.



It is difficult to know what to do as the pain slowly overtakes. I search for solutions. 

I resist being a victim. 

I endure now and will tomorrow.

Creativity is within me and must remain in shadow for the moment. Soon I will look to the shadows... and find my answers. I will learn how to heal.



I feel so disconnected here on the wrong side of the valley. 


I miss everyone.