a dance of the fallen needles still bright with the scent of their essence ... a remedy, and medicine story begun when the veils are thin
I remember you fondly, and take you not for granted.
Dancers, dancers of Pine.
Move with the wind.
Sing with the tales that wind through the trees' tops.
Remember me to the people who have gone before me.
Praise their memories.
Dance Pine Needle Dancers.
Dance
by Yvonne Mokihana Calizar
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Boots and Bolero
Inspiration for this story came from the Pine Needles themselves. All around us, and on the forest's floor, they called with a voice I hadn't heard ... till this season with them.
This couple have danced into the home of my very very dear friend Jt who inspired me to watch, and listen to those 'Invisibles' with messages waiting to be stories.
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