This is exquisite, Kimia! You translate mood and liminality into word so poetically.
Favourites: "This place was one of eucalyptus trees, their bark forever peeling to keep them in varying states of undress. Owls swooped low overhead on massive wings when you least expected them, busy with the workings of their sharp-taloned claim to the night."
& FOOTNOTE TWO! Would love to know more about the velvet cloak...
This is exquisite, Kimia! You translate mood and liminality into word so poetically.
Favourites: "This place was one of eucalyptus trees, their bark forever peeling to keep them in varying states of undress. Owls swooped low overhead on massive wings when you least expected them, busy with the workings of their sharp-taloned claim to the night."
& FOOTNOTE TWO! Would love to know more about the velvet cloak...
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Ahhh, this comment lit my heart right up. Thank you for the kind words, Claire :’) it means a lot!
My time in the Presidio truly cemented my love for owls + their place in my spiritual pantheon.
And I’m starting to think I may need a separate piece specifically about that particular velvet cloak. (You bet I have more than one :))
I did write about a similar topic last year, give it a read if you like 🫶🏼: https://open.substack.com/pub/cosmickudos/p/would-mary-oliver-have-wanted-to?r=3f5oa&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=post
You are so welcome!
Funnily, it was the week of owls for me. I saw three in three days, including the day you wrote back to me here! Uncanny, mystical perfection.
I very much look forward to reading about this cloak, and hope there are pictures!
I really liked this one, perfect love letter to the Presidio
Thanks, Kianz 🫶🏼 you know it's my favorite. Still miss it all the time.