The Poison in our Wings
A beautiful description of staying with the guests who come to visit and guide us
I sense the dance of sun and sorrow as you describe it. All so close. I sense the sorrow of dealing with a poverty of love from others and how we learn to dance our way home in spite of it. So grateful that you, we, I can.
There's such compassion for the self in this piece. And movement. And honoring where we come from. This strikes a deep chord. Thank you.
A beautiful description of staying with the guests who come to visit and guide us
I sense the dance of sun and sorrow as you describe it. All so close. I sense the sorrow of dealing with a poverty of love from others and how we learn to dance our way home in spite of it. So grateful that you, we, I can.
There's such compassion for the self in this piece. And movement. And honoring where we come from. This strikes a deep chord. Thank you.