11/1/02
A Name
Falling Rain... The name is comfortable, like the enclosed cocoon of a cabin on a winter night with the smell of wood encompassing me…a fire warming the space…sinking into the deep folds of a soft blanket woven with love and care, flowing reds and blues and greens… the earth nearby, so close, speaking gently through the air all connected to itself, as I am so close, so close to the outside…I sleep softly, secure in the knowledge that I am again a child, resting in mother’s arms.
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