my wild roots wander,
longing to breathe blue into
green, seed into wind,
beneath the moon growing full–
yearnings climbing air and light
I consulted the Oracle with Colleen’s words this week in hand. I tried to go in one direction, but, as usual, the Oracle knew where she wanted to go, and went there, taking me along. The art is part of a larger piece “in process”–but it seemed to fit the words.