we crossed your love with my desire
i spun my faith through your fire
and yours spun through my water.
in the hills her soul found ours,
her voice was mist and trills.
we knew her by her laughter.
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I started this blog after moving to northern New Mexico from coastal North Carolina. Feeling the loss of my creative community, I started posting works in progress as a way to push myself forward and connect with other writers and painters.
For the first eight months or so I offered original narrative images as weekly image prompt for writers. The Storybook Collaborative pages document the collaborations.
Sadly - for I have enjoyed the adventure, and meeting so many interesting, creative souls - keeping the blog has has taken a back seat to sleep, family, work obligations and the birth of our Mountain daughters. I'd like to get back to it and still hope to one day. Until such time I am delighted by your visit and hope you will leave a comment and come back for more.
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That was absolutely lovely.
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thank you, oz, marianne.
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oh wow, those last two lines, sublime. Lovely……..
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oh i love the concept of this.. like souls destined to be together… simply beautiful!!
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Before I was born, my dad knew that he would have a daughter. I am the third child and I have three brothers. I think my dad desperately wished for a girl after two boys and got it.
He used to say, daughters choose their parents.
“in the hills her soul found ours,”
This describes the same sentiment…
However, a child is special..be it a son or a daughter….
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A primordial lullaby, from a father’s heart. A treasure for the babe.
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This just gave me chills….so so beautiful & perfect.
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love desire water fire… built on laughter from a thousand times ago… being born with purpose gotta remember that..
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A love song to her unborn soul, as if you held out your hand and touched her gossamer essence.
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