A piece of broken glass reflecting the sun. I had just buried / re purposed my disco ball after the 'hunk o burnin love' to a new spot in an old place. The place I had come to for many years and always knew, one day...
On top of the Valley intrinsically, the construct of our cabin, feels as if a great ship. The beams of our ceiling and the way the stiff wind creeks through the cracks, The moun
tains off our deck are so amazingly breathtaking that one can feel like flying on a sea bird. The clouds shift and shape from white caps too blackening fire bursts, to the cool blue. But the winds are not ordinary winds round here. They be Dragon winds ~ many tales and more magic that speaks to where we are. There are many depths to the diviningg of Light Howse ~ Refracted light of love and life, the sea and dragons, the wind and sight. The height of spirit and the dance in the mirror. The family that plays re viben old ways. Clay, breath, energy & tears, the old dusty books recording the years. Deep breath and a prayer, gratitude and love. There's a new Disco ball hanging in Light Howse ~ A gift by sisters, loved ones, family,
