What beautiful writing Sabrina. I already love Braiding Sweetgrass and that 3 sisters story but I think I loved even more Pancho’s words about the landscape and the way you describe nature 💕🌱⭐️
Awww thank you so much Catrina! Pancho is such a wise person and I learned so much from my time with him. He ended up staying with me and my partner for a couple nights during his long pilgrim journey…
I’m moved by the work of Goldworthy. It reminds me of an eye etched, a portal into one’s soul deep and not shallow. The place where tears gush from the waters of one’s being. An eye etched on a surface that never meets the point of pens for permanence. Perhaps it is a symbol of the eye itself - things fleeting like rushing waters can be forever etched within us. Though time fades and flies from us there are things of time kept near through the flash of that inward eye. In the eye there is a hole - a hole into the waters. I fall into one’s eyes as one falls into one’s arms. There is comfort in the silent gaze which speaks as loud as human tongue. It is not blocked with concrete, I can look through one’s eye as into it. Also great poem by the way, loved the reading and the imagery. I saved this post to my favorites and will explore more of the pieces mentioned. Thanks for sharing!
Honestly, was really beautiful...I shared it on my FB as well. I know the hard work it takes to write and put things out into the universe to be read by others...and then to do the “social” aspect...that’s a whole other animal😊
What beautiful writing Sabrina. I already love Braiding Sweetgrass and that 3 sisters story but I think I loved even more Pancho’s words about the landscape and the way you describe nature 💕🌱⭐️
Awww thank you so much Catrina! Pancho is such a wise person and I learned so much from my time with him. He ended up staying with me and my partner for a couple nights during his long pilgrim journey…
I’m moved by the work of Goldworthy. It reminds me of an eye etched, a portal into one’s soul deep and not shallow. The place where tears gush from the waters of one’s being. An eye etched on a surface that never meets the point of pens for permanence. Perhaps it is a symbol of the eye itself - things fleeting like rushing waters can be forever etched within us. Though time fades and flies from us there are things of time kept near through the flash of that inward eye. In the eye there is a hole - a hole into the waters. I fall into one’s eyes as one falls into one’s arms. There is comfort in the silent gaze which speaks as loud as human tongue. It is not blocked with concrete, I can look through one’s eye as into it. Also great poem by the way, loved the reading and the imagery. I saved this post to my favorites and will explore more of the pieces mentioned. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you so much Ronald. Your comment reads like a poem! 🦋🌼
I found so much joy in reading this - a truly wonderful share ✨
Thank you so much! Knowing it brings joy, gives me so much joy in return 🥰
Honestly, was really beautiful...I shared it on my FB as well. I know the hard work it takes to write and put things out into the universe to be read by others...and then to do the “social” aspect...that’s a whole other animal😊
Aww thank you for sharing 🫶 and you’re absolutely right: creating and sharing takes a lot! And each one demands it’s own set of skills 🙃
Can’t wait to read!
Thanks Jillian, always value your thoughtful commentary ☺️
I really enjoyed the read. Thanks!
Ooo thanks so much! Means a lot ☺️
So glad I found this! Loved the poem at the end :)
Thanks Matt! Those poems are always tender to share, so appreciate the feedback 🙃
LOVED the mix! And the dyes especially!
i wanna make natural dyes with you <3
Yesss! On your next LA visit?? 🎨🍍🫐🍇