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

Connie Karleta Sales

artist, poet, educator, public speaker and thriver! Smiles and unpaved roads are the way I roll :D