This one is a cheat.

It’s not an intuitive, spontaneous piece of drawing.

It’s a response to a beautiful poem my friend Morwen Two Feathers wrote

about her spiritual path.

Morwen is planning on publishing a book;

I’ll link to it when it comes out.

he said tonight the aurora might come pouring down,

but all I saw was the glory of the moon

kind of looks like compost to me

(I mean that in a nice way)

at the time I was thinking about fire

I think I saw him last night in the dark

sometimes words make me grumpy

look out for the weather pumpkin

the bride, the groom, their song

the woods are lovely