Scourging Sky

Twist, curl, coil, wander;
boisterous energy rise;
wisdom, love-joy, teach
CKS

L/BK894

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