The Oracle was feeling visionary this morning. She knows I had a restless night, and the full moon was shining in my window.
bedreamed away–
a shadow
of who what am I
sailing on the whispering wind–
an arc of light
in a gown of moonmist
singing the sea
K. 
I love the ethereality of this Kerfe!
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Me too Ingrid–it was just what I needed.
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I agree with Ingrid–ethereal is the perfect word. So beautiful, Kerfe. Mine was more violent, but so many of the same words–the whispers, the moon, and even gown!
I was just showing my older child some of your art, and they said it’s beautiful.
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Thanks Merril. There are lots of echos with yours.
And tell them thanks as well!
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You’re welcome, and I will!
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Thanks Merril. There are lots of echos with yours.
And tell them thanks as well!
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Light, hovering between earth and sky, is a transitory, safe space to be.
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It is. Thanks Jade. Now if only I could get some sleep too….
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The whispering and the moonmist gown, a similar message to the second sonnet the Oracle gave me. We finally got there.
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Finally.
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There is a kind of serenity in your words and art. Love it.
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Thanks Punam.
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So beautiful. A restless night was worth it.
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Yes, sometimes it is.
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