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Death on Earth Child feet know the textures of the earthlush and rich like creamy pudding orhot sand after a desert wind storm ordewey morning grass. Purveyors and pursuers of landsavor the layersshoelessly experiencingthe depth and beauty of each granularabsorbing the utter complexity. Dwellers get bogged down in bulky rockyielding to the density of soilsunk in

Wabi-Sabi House concrete crackled walls unsparkled wandering weeds scattered seeds torn edges raw ledges wood termite beaten curtains moth eaten floors pounded by might rooms decorated by light Linda Joy Walder Ride the wave of creativity and get Linda’s latest news LEARN MORE Have a question? Want to send me a message?

Breath of Hope When the sun rose this morningI blew hope into the aircausing a leaf to flyacross the sky like a carrier pigeonwith a message so delicate and purethe rain began to fall from my eyeslanding on the shape of my fleshonto my parched tonguescorched speechless by human wordsthat left a residue of bitternessbut

Happiness Where does happiness reside? We strive for it all of our days,often not recognizing the presence of its lightnessyet surely feeling the heaviness of its departure. Fearful we are that too much happiness will betray us,though not enough will spay us,how can the drops of rain needed to satiate the earth be counted? Searching

Doors One day,take a giant step into yourself,beyond the rolling waves of consciousnesssplit off from your lifeinto a parallel universewhere your past lives behind doors. Doors, shut firmly protecting irreplaceable treasures,you, sitting at the kitchen hightop eating tuna fish sandwicheswhile your grandmother listened unconditionally. Doors, never fully closed,you, grieving after cancer stuck a knife into