when i left england & hung the dreamcatchers

i left england. i took 4 suitcases full of books and faerie castles &

crossed the ocean with a wistful and free heart. when i landed my

wings were very tired... so i stopped moving and rested them for a

half cycle of moon-risings. tall pines held out their arms... white

wolves came out of the shadows and nuzzled my palms. i rested in

their fur while the moons sank and rose in the blue dusk and dawn.

then one day while in a dreamfast, a golden eagle came and spread

out his amber wings beside me. he cocked his head to spy me & i

climbed on his back. we flew up to a nest in the middle of the sky.

then i knew. it was time to take on the land. to cross the flatlands

until i reached the foothills of the southern rockies. the sky was salmon.

i was brave. ruby was with me. my books were in boxes. my hair was

straggly and so i wore a headband to keep it out of my eyes.

we travelled headstrong and fast for 3 days and 3 nights.

when i got to colorado the mountains sliced up out of the ground and

pointed towards the pink clouds. i saw hawks & crows & prairie dogs.

a bit of dust got in my eyes. i put a feather in my headband and stood

on some rocks. i hung up dreamcatchers on all 4 bedposts & thanked

the north, south, east & west. i am lighting candles in the morning now

and rising with the sun. i have met another starseed and our long days

are filled with new trees, tiny bells, soft sleeping and love. love. love.