Summer Day

the garden of Ann

It’s raining, almost twilight, which is my favorite time; my beloved dog is laying close by, I’m listening to Chris Stapleton, it’s the first day of Summer, and my windows are wide open so I can hear the

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I haven’t been able to write for a while.

Due to my need for expansion I was pushed by the universe to leave my cozy nest and go back out into the world for a little bit

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I no longer fit within the lines of my dreams

To create a future where I am to be the most authentic version of myself, I shall slightly alter the course of my present flight…left at the fallen rock, a slight right when I reach the star

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Thankfully I am home to stay for several days of complete emotional freedom to wander barefoot through the byways of my sanctuary and ponder the beauty of life

I am in deep recovery from way too much people-ling

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It’s not that I won’t leave my house, it’s just that I don’t have to, and that makes all the difference in the world

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My name is Donna Marie

but the trees know me as Raven

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