Not unlike sea anemone
Her pen flowed tai chi like--as if dancing in slow motion-- smudged in shades of green, purple, and turquoise.
Under a warm salty sea, she was found writing her heart out of its shell. Her words fell abruptly onto the sandy sea bottom.
Freedom bubbles rose up through the saline waters she knew too well. Then, stillness and silence enclosed her like a sari--healing the emotional body, on contact with the jeweled embodied colors of the sea.
photo by katyajo (c) '19 |
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