June 2017

6.1.2017

6.2.2017

6.3.2017

6.4.2017

6.5.2017

	The world rearranging itself
6.6.2017

	My son is taking a test and I am waiting outside drawing nervous, parently lines.
6.7.2017

	Drawing in idle time, Stealing moments with a red pencil, I travel sitting still.
6.8.2017

6.9.2017

6.10.2017

6.11.2017

	Trying to notice every day, every flower, every thought
6.12.2017

	Constantly balancing all parts
6.13.2017

6.14.2017

6.15.2017

6.16.2017

6.17.2017

	Transmitting through the generations
6.18.2017

	King of the rock pile but still in the bowl.
6.19.2017

6.20.2017

6.21.2017

	Scrying the summer solstice sun
6.22.2017

6.23.2017

6.24.2017

6.25.2017

	The bowl that holds all the elements
6.26.2017

	Message in a bottle
6.27.2017

	When my eyes open early Thoughts weighing me down Only as real as allowed Only as true as believed
6.28.2017

6.29.2017

6.30.2017