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Feeling the earth’s surface lately, I’m yearning for an angel.
Life is balance; getting caught up in the middle of the atmosphere and energized by the combination of the grounding, earthy experience of terra firma and the electric, ionic stuff of energy in the sky. Lightning does not come from above, it dances in the middle. So do we. Of late, I am reminded of, nay, beaten down to the earthy ground, pulled by gravity to my knees. One day the ground will claim these old bones and merge. The electric will pull my bits into the energy of my loves, my family as it does right now. The tango goes on…
This entry was writted by my very special guest poster Andrew (my darling)
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