threads of the spiderwoman

I've been delighted by this synchronicity. Above is a small swarm of bees that suddenly appeared on a sagebush literally by my fron...

 

Our prophets lead our people on      Fast to the promised land, And where we pass, the green of grass      Turns to bare brown sa...

I keep sitting down to write in my journal, but nothing seems to come.  It's just that I feel like the assumptions we felt relative...

" The shadowy springs of thought  sink down or flow,  obeying impulses as deep and strange  from the body's inwardne...