Lacy fronds colored twilight
Was there hope for Olivia?
We of the universe, part and whole
Look for the light
Ignore what is not true to you
The first words
the blue dust swirled and twirled
Pausing on the footbridge over Maple Creek, her blue dragon appeared ahead on the path…
Woodland pixies dancing as the flowers in the meadow
See, and listen…
I found him in our gathering at our Salon; he seemed to be counting the wall tiles and notating them on his d-pad.
Picks lavender…for the pixies…
An invitation to pixies: hanging dried lavender
A place of calm
A bit of pixie dust…