The “Wolf Moon” in her brightest fullest self arrives at midnight tonight. Named by Native Americans, I understand. I hear my own hungry wolves in the depths of winter. On Edisto Island, where the vast sky is uninterrupted by street…
The “Wolf Moon” in her brightest fullest self arrives at midnight tonight. Named by Native Americans, I understand. I hear my own hungry wolves in the depths of winter. On Edisto Island, where the vast sky is uninterrupted by street…
Consciousness rejuvenates everything, giving a quality of beginning to the most everyday actions. – Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space Imagine…. being called to a place in your dreams. A call to sit in the little wooden boat like Winken…