summer break

I am indeed alive and here, but in the midst of my summer break. Summer is a time for the fire of doing, of activity — the beat of the drum, and not so much the solemnity of poetry.

And so. It’s been a tapestry of drums, music and sweat, hikes through the woods and, today, slipping into the water.

I hope to post more significant stuff again shortly.


About whitecatgrove

The musings of a Druid priestess, singer, poet and musician in Upstate New York.
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