Traveling – July Stone #17

Now I move across the threshold from

where I am to where I’m not yet

::

wondering who will arrive…

-wrensong

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About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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3 Responses to Traveling – July Stone #17

  1. Susannah says:

    I have only just found this one. . . it is wonderful! I love it!

  2. Teri says:

    Such a question…

  3. I love this! It has been a summer of journeys for me and this captures the feeling so beautifully!

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