4/29/2018 0 Comments HoneyIt fills you with the soft
essence of vanished flowers, it becomes a trickle sharp as a hair that you follow from the honey pot over the table and out the door and over the ground, and all the while it thickens, grows deeper and wilder, edged with pine boughs and wet boulders, pawprints of bobcat and bear, until deep in the forest you shuffle up some tree, you rip the bark, you float into and swallow the dripping combs, bits of the tree, crushed bees - - - a taste composed of everything lost, in which everything lost is found. -Mary Oliver Yes... LLS Richard Powell Authentic-Abundance.weebly.com June 15-17 Master's Path to Creation Workshop in the New Mexico Rockies. Painting by Dale Terbush
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