The Work of Letting Go

I had a little unfinished business to attend to in Belltown during a recent visit, where a magickal moment took place for me, years ago. I released that moment, let it drift back in time to stay moored there, where it belongs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was then delighted to discover that an enormous makeshift dream-catcher had been erected in a tree nearby. I stood and looked through, as though looking into the past. Thank you, Belltown. Bless your artists. Bless your firmament, where shadows and footfalls resound through time and memory, and then fade away.

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