Cherry Wood Loom

A city will swallow you whole the suburbs will chew on you for a bit our world's gone off its bloody blue axis. We were born to thrive and not just exists given mustard seed souls to nurture into bloom... there are those that live to poke and twist silk from the soul of the cherry wood loom. Head for the evergreens for just a bit take in a teaspoon of sapphire breaths. sashay up a mountain- nanny by your side thinning air sweetened by a robin's egg sky. Blessed guardian in the shadow of the tree line... Take a crystal dip in a cool blue orchid shaped Jewell sleeping between the whisper of the alpine. Return, with earthen spirits woven into the chest to face the fiery darts of man's greasy restlessness Hold onto the many, cherry wood blessings hold tight for as long as you possibly can.