Wild Mind

She touched the leaf, which closed shut every time she did so.  This was the only plant she knew to do this

The invisible people are around me. Well, not totally invisible, because sometimes I catch glimpses of shadows, of fleeting images out of

In our rush to journey from one place to another – physically, mentally, emotionally – we envision a linear progression, of movement,

“Light as a feather” the saying goes….what an enchanting image, that of a feather being lifted by the breeze, carried in the

The term “Dream Time” always makes me think of the Aboriginal people of Australia. The Dream Time has particular significance in that culture, as in other ancient cultures.

The locks of her hair flowed around her elegant shoulders. Her captivating eyes gazed from under tendrils that danced around her face.