Stories Washed Ashore…
Sometimes when I
think of life,
I feel like a
piece of driftwood…
washed up
on a shore…
only to
float away…
across an
ocean…
like a driftwood…
No address, nothing…
just no more
human…
A sea of possibilities…
Beckon…
beyond twilight zones…
( kovalam beach, Chennai, India)
(words from Harukami , Tuhin roy, Avinash , quotes…)
Crows- symbols of creation
Wherever crows are, there is magic.
They are symbols of creation & spiritual strenghth….
They remind us to look for oppurtunities to
create & manifest the magic of life.
They are messengers calling to us…
about the creation & magic…
that is alive within our world everyday & available to us.
words : Ted Andrews , Animal Speak
Living with a damaged skull 