Like the Seeds of a Dandelion
Two weeks back—in times of yore—I reckoned it was half past high time to open up quite as many of the compartments in my suitcase heart as I could lay my brains on and let the cyber-winds scatter the seeds of my soul even unto the outermost edges of Earth and the highest heights of the Heavens.
Last week I slipped the missive of my spirit into a plain white envelope and posted it by snail to Richmond with a Liberty Bell Forever Stamp at color guard. That tiny seed had lain dormant in my heart for 34 years. It took only two days to travel across a continent, to lodge in fertile ground, to sprout, to grow. And upon fresh new flower I found once more my dearest friend from high school days—thriving in the town that shares my mother’s maiden name. (If you only knew… LOL)
This week I have further heeded the longstanding wishes of friends to share myself and my work with the Universe—especially the pagan and wiccan communities that have been so supportive and nurturing. Yesterday I opened a profile on WitchVox.com and today I published two of my poems there: Dancing with Dark Friend and Walking Plow. In addition to the link below, I am posting a permanent link near the bottom of the sidebar.
Surrender. Release. Sow the seeds of freedom.
The poetry of Thomas Hubbard the Peregrine Druid-- Now at WitchVox
