Traveling Spell


Cropped -Picture of Panther - Bruce McAdam


With four drops of lemongrass oil touched to my candle, the citrusy haunt dances me back to Hawaii.  The ocean’s surf is crashing through my body, effervescing at my hips.  I’m riding through the dark past the jungle again my first night on the island, and feeling the teeming wild awake just beyond its border, its spirits, lengthening tree roots, vines, and eyes.  “Hello,” I say from my soul.  The “Hello” answers are a riotous chorus.



Photo: cropped Picture of Panther, copyright Bruce McAdam

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