Everything is Golden

Ahh… the morning light

everything is golden

::

sunrise and bird-call

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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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One Response to Everything is Golden

  1. azcanyonwren says:

    We still have to travel north to the mountains to see the changing color of the leaves. I look forward to November and December when the change will come to the Upper Sonoran Desert riparian areas where deciduous trees grow – a favorite time of year for us.

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