The sky wars with the sea trapped between salt air and arid waves undecided between the fire and the cool the world dons her veils of mists and steams drowning the sun all-consuming until mountains are washed away above a desert obscured - Caroline A. Slee

Misted Skies #MondayBlogs

The balance tips a shift in power our time is at an end the Earth goes on casting us out rejecting the dominion we have claimed the wilderness returns by slow inches at the start until nature holds sway over sea, soil, and sky the balance tips towards the inevitable washing our tracks away - … Continue reading Dominion


Exhilaration guided their limbs sending them unguarded to sink beneath the surface into all that is unknown safety is an afterthought as they fly further into the darkness waiting below - Caroline A. Slee

Swan Dive

“Black cats cross my path all the time. I’ll break a mirror. I have no regard for superstition.” - CM Punk Wishing you all a happy Friday the 13th!

CM Punk #FridayPhilosophy

We are carried by water tidal creatures floating and flowing with the moon fluid in our movement we are born of water buoyed by hope chasing the light within - Caroline A. Slee


At dawn mountains bleed faintest blushes darkening to reds a watercolor spill pouring over hilltops impassive mountains shift risen into life with the sun - Caroline A. Slee


Galaxies overflow spilling into each other chaotic actions thrown into an uneasy ballet worlds collide predictably nothing can surprise us as we pour ourselves out overflowing with energy to be spent - Caroline A. Slee


Something remembers the screaming battles and chaos-driven fields a distant bell sounds and memory awakens screaming ancestors wielding impossible swords something remembers bloody battlefields the victories missed the lives lost a distant voice whispers war and memory awakens forcing our hands shifting our paths as we don our armor make our stand and know we … Continue reading The Gauntlet #MondayBlogs

The Gauntlet #MondayBlogs

Photo by Magda Ehlers on Lovely We honor the lost burning rosemary in remembrance taking beauty from grief transforming our pain we embrace our sacred dead ancestors who walked paths we did not see blazing trails we would come to find centuries later we cherish the dead with incense and masses lovely voices raised … Continue reading Lovely


Sunrise swallowed whole by the greedy dust kicked up into storms a vanished sea gone in a snap consumed by starving winds forever unsatisfied blanketing skies sinking down until the world has gone away blanketing skies muffling the hours ending both the night and the day - Caroline A. Slee

Blanketing Skies #MondayBlogs