Loon
My song haunts
memory. Dive inside darkness
deeper than fear
until your dreams
surface. Sing them
to the light. They seek
air. That collar around your throat
is an illusion, child
stop holding back hope
Imagine your world
into being
Loon
My song haunts
memory. Dive inside darkness
deeper than fear
until your dreams
surface. Sing them
to the light. They seek
air. That collar around your throat
is an illusion, child
stop holding back hope
Imagine your world
into being
The Light Behind the Story 
Beautiful, Alethea. xxx
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Thank you, Ali. I was a little surprised, even resistant, when loon came to me during meditation this morning, until I discovered her gifts. xo
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Sometimes you log onto a blog posting and even with the picture and title, you know it is going to be great. I felt this way when I saw yours today. Thank you.
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Aww, thank you, Kim. The loon is haunting me lately, and I am drawn to how it evokes that shadowed self, as well as the light (red eyes, black and white body) – leading us to healing, mystery and magic
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I really have enjoyed these postings.
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Thank you
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