Birthing Blue - 12-20-2002

I sense a mission.
Beckoned yet not chosen
Big Blue
Big Sky
Sky blue like the truck
will take care of me somehow
the power of it
the love in it
will save me

From what?
Or when?
Or how? 
Or why?
4 questions too many.

Tomorrow I will choose blue. She stand like a rite of passage all beyond misty and unknown.
The spirit will follow, a partner at last. Some people have dogs or birds or cats or children.

Birthing Blue I grow protective, sensitive to the space of her. Tomorrow we meet. I'm sure those with children find it odd. All things have Spirit... 

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