Scourging Sky

twist, curl, coil, wander
boisterous energy rise
wisdom, love-joy, teach


one square mile
stormy day
Pacific Northwest

Life has a funny way of being life sometimes.  It twists; it curls, coils and we wander.  I twist, I curl, I coil, and I wander.  Tomorrow, I will be; I whisper.  Oh Mary!

I do stand afflicted by the whipping scars; scars of now; made of me.

I do stand breathing it in.  I stand breathing it deep.  I stand exhaling; I sit in this exhale.  Mary’s wind of blue; my wind of me.

Empties my bones; opens my heart. Scourge, no lashes; love-action made of us.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

Sky Meets Eartth, 2″ x 2″, ink, charcoal, paper, ┬ęCKS