(Poem) The River Violet by April Aronoff
I walk upon the River Violet one day and sit down. Its flow is soft, slow, beckoning, Its water catching sunbeams in a beautiful crystalline purple, turning everything that runs Read More …
I walk upon the River Violet one day and sit down. Its flow is soft, slow, beckoning, Its water catching sunbeams in a beautiful crystalline purple, turning everything that runs Read More …
Inspired from within, I remember ancient wisdom. I. I am everything and nothing. I am the holder of space, its lushness and emptiness, flowing in and out like dye mixed Read More …
Photo Credits: ©April AronoffAs I feel the wheel of life turning ever so strongly in my life, it is the call to death, to passing, to the ending of something Read More …
I am a blogger of 3.5 years and have written extensively about the Goddess, Spirit, and self-evolution in a variety of genres, including essays, poetry, memoir, and children’s stories. I Read More …