awakened by an inner movement
is it morning
or middle of the night?
the Jakob's Weg
the Camino Real
slipped off the map
at the turn of my hip
they slid down my leg
into this silence
beyond words and ways.
Inspired musings on living as a Woman who paints and observes from the ever deepening well of Woman as Sister, Mother and Beloved.
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