Poetry in motion. The poetry of timelessness and the stories of eternity between the bookshelves.
The stones which I bring home from my travels, precious souvenirs that speak the language of the forgotten ones.
An owl that I meet at twilight at the edge of the wood.
A dragonfly which is drawing circles on the surface of the pond with a gentle touch.
A cat that is purring its healing vibrations.
The sage which is clearing and refreshing the space.
The plants. A blossom. The beginning and the end.
An inhale and an exhale. Here and now.