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september is a promise.

september is a promise.

september is a promise that smells like wisdom and woodsmoke close your eyes and breathe it in september is a revival drifting through harvest skies sapphire stained in umber and walnut and ginger spice and i am in love with the way the earth keeps teaching me that we...
stream into river into ocean.

stream into river into ocean.

mountain streams feed into a hungry river where dusk paints its glow—kawakaari the surface splattered in amber and aquamarine cherry blossoms bloom in quiet rebellion whispering their confessions in falling pink petals swallowed by the current while flower gardens...
the element of air.

the element of air.

wild wisps of wind. heat-seeking breeze. sirroco. samoon. shamal. the way it smells. the way those smells carry memories. ocean waves or fields of flowers or fresh-baked bread. grandmother’s kitchen in the spring with the doors open and pie on the windowsill. the...
yuletide sunrise.

yuletide sunrise.

yawning skies stretch, and underneath the blankets of clouds, a lazy sun rises over snow crested peaks eager light reaching for tired eyes and cold bodies, illuminating darkened window panes and dripping down tree limbs until every surface is bathed in warmth –...
there is magic in her bones.

there is magic in her bones.

you’ll find her in the treehouse made of ash and alder, an ancient soul locked inside a heart that beats through fear and strength do you not see the charm in her ruins? the petals that bloom from dropping limbs when the darkness rose, she flooded it with scattered...
clover and chaos.

clover and chaos.

wild whispers tumble through the honeysuckle vines, celtic zen legends imparting magic into the land where we crush green clovers beneath our feet we are madness and chaos and luck and joy, lips of absinthe spilling blessings in poetry -ashley...