I think your heart is called by canyons,
you find them, or…do they find you?
But all across creation’s face
the creases, clefts give you their Grace.
You have left labors to themselves
and sweat and tears behind.
You put your nose into the wind
and cleared your clever mind
And headed west, west, west of West
to canyons once again…
but these are running, bloody, wet
with nature’s life blood pure
So sit…it’s called a river out here
but you know its bone-truths
It’s really still a canyon dear
So be renewed…be clear
Charissa's Grace Notes 
You! You! You! You are so special to me ❤️
I have indeed spent the day in many canyons.
Thank you, Love ❤️❤️
Giggles…I know my friend! I heard you there…
This is even more beautiful a year later. You truly honor me with your friendship. To the moon and back, Sis!
“Bone truths” – gaaaahhhh – so good ❤️
I love you too, Bone Sister ❤️