In the space between what has been
and what will be . . .
rest - dance - play.
As you gaze at the photos above, what do you notice?
What does "in-between" feel like in your body?
Poetry is not something I write often, yet lately it has been spilling out of me through both movement and words.
For a little while longer, I am holding these poems close to me, resting with them in the field of in-between, and settling into the colors and sensations that slowly spread through my veins and across the sky . . . .
~ Thank you for your presence here ~
photos: me, Springfarm Trailhead, Mohonk Preserve, NY. September 3, 2018.