white bone reflections
stark against orange dirt
poor twisted juniper
spin the vortex whims
travelers seek solctice
last summer’s fire storm
runs rivers dry and bare
beauty could not be stripped.
searching for simplicity
white bone reflections
stark against orange dirt
poor twisted juniper
spin the vortex whims
travelers seek solctice
last summer’s fire storm
runs rivers dry and bare
beauty could not be stripped.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” ― Joseph Campbell
Mozambican-born Portuguese South African; reflecting on travel, writing, editing, life, family and change that has social impact; chief wide eyed in wanderer, wonderer and bottlewasher
Sharing writing tips, information, and advice.
The Path Towards Transformation
Providing guidance on the journey to mature masculinity
"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things." Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
