These Hands
The healing of the land and the purification of the human spirit is the same process. – The One-Straw Revolution @farmersfootprint
Category Archives: Gardens
Red on Red
A roof to deflect sun and stormwindows to exchange light and expand our viewwalls to enclose and divideceilings that reach up to heavens, for us to come alivemiracle sunrises to reflect the contracted oneour home provides all of this and … Continue reading
When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again
“…Let love and friendship on that day,Hurrah, hurrah!Their choicest pleasures then display,Hurrah, hurrah!And let each one perform some part,To fill with joy the warrior’s heart,And we’ll all feel gayWhen Johnny comes marching home.” –Patrick Gilmore Reminiscing the sweltering days of … Continue reading
Chromatic Shifts
Connected to the wild, an intimate and raw me.Taunted, manipulated, abandoned, discarded no more.Out of red-hot ashes, my worthiness.A journey of the heart, no better time than now to leap and bound.Bringing me out of the dark, tones of a … Continue reading
Wrapped in the Wonder
The present is where all the good stuff resides. To live in the dream is to live in the knowing, to live in fear, frightens you out of present happiness and threatens all that could be taken. Live your dream.
Riddle Me This.
I don’t have it all figured out; but I do know the next best step. I bet through the dense thicket beyond the path, some tiny creatures bound along from spongy mushroom top to spongy mushroom top with it all … Continue reading
Does It Even Matter?
Reading backwards. No words are necessary anyways as the room infers E-A-T, besides all is changing, be adaptable.
Put On All The Armor
And just like that, a sophisticated grey and all colors fade away. It’s a lot to ask when temperatures drop to near freezing and those long steamy summer days are fastidiously far into the distant like dubious memories. The wind … Continue reading
Bounty Harvester
The bounty of ripely plucked Crispins from an orchard off the side of the road now cradled in a bowl, a sweet reminder of our abundance. Bite into one for a crisp crunch and a mouthful of sweetened juice. Today … Continue reading
The Long View
Looking at things at the wrong end of the scope…no one who sees from the other end ever regrets it for a second even after name calling usually followed by a long harangue. I’ll take pareidolia for I can’t imagine … Continue reading
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