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under story
under story
under story
The seed is simple: a far flung childhood, held close by a grandmother and her six sisters.; a concrete coming-of-age in 1980's NYC.; sapling seasons watching and listening for the motion of the light through the New Hampshire woods.
strata
under story
under story
Two rocks and a stick, dance and song and paint. Words come down and prayers rise up. Earth, canvas, paper, and hearts wait in silent stillness for the inward and outward flow of Love to be made perceptible.
emergent
under story
emergent
The Light. The Path. The Fruits of Friends worship and contemplative practice. The companionship and love of the one who partners the speakable Joy. Where the limbs touch the sky.