Quote for Today: Jenny B. Jones
It was almost painful to watch, that kite of mine. Tethered to the string in my hand. Dancing in the sky all alone. My breath caught in my throat, my …
It was almost painful to watch, that kite of mine. Tethered to the string in my hand. Dancing in the sky all alone. My breath caught in my throat, my …
There’s a hum that happens inside my head when I hit a certain writing rhythm, a certain speed. When laying track goes from feeling like climbing a mountain on my …
Welcome poet and spiritual mentor Halina Goldstein! Synkroniciti is blessed to feature My wings long, which interprets the deepest desires and conflicts of being through the guise of a heron. …
Most of what I know I’ve learned from falling, from placing the brighter side of my hands against the earth and pressing until vertical. The ground has taught me more …
The villages were lighting up, constellations that greeted each other across the dusk. And, at the touch of his finger, his flying-lights flashed back a greeting to them. The …
We fly, but we have not ‘conquered’ the air. Nature presides in all her dignity, permitting us the study and the use of such of her forces as we may …
“When I think something nice is going to happen I seem to fly right up on the wings of anticipation; and then the first thing I realize I drop …