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