I woke at Dawn on the morning of Summer Solstice, like a Butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Leaving my home and crossing Harbour Road to the pier-side I turned to see Mother Moon brightly guiding Sister Sun to her rising point at the horizon.
Tuesday, July 2, 2019
Journey of Illumination, Summer Solstice
I am a Storyteller, a worker of words in the Oral Tradition, a Listener, a Teller, a Re-teller. I am a Storyteller in every capacity of artwork I undertake, be that Photography, Writing Poetry or Prose or any endeavor of Narrative, Visual or Performance Art. I am a Storyteller by the sea and these are my Stories.
I woke at Dawn on the morning of Summer Solstice, like a Butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Leaving my home and crossing Harbour Road to the pier-side I turned to see Mother Moon brightly guiding Sister Sun to her rising point at the horizon.
I woke at Dawn on the morning of Summer Solstice, like a Butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Leaving my home and crossing Harbour Road to the pier-side I turned to see Mother Moon brightly guiding Sister Sun to her rising point at the horizon.
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