These Hands
The healing of the land and the purification of the human spirit is the same process. – The One-Straw Revolution @farmersfootprint
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I’m A Nut
I’m none the wiser. Older, odder to most. It’s an effective and certainly the most courageous way to make friends for life. Here’s to all the nuts out there…embrace your nuttiness and may it guide you through endless pursuits of … Continue reading
New Kid at the Stables
Oldest bear has a commanding presence to him, he is so genuine one can’t help but gravitate toward him. It’s no wonder the barnyard girls took notice and flocked to his attendance. Not much for words in a new group … Continue reading
Well, Well, Well…Look at Our Handywork
Currents of compassion,Ever present yet immeasurable,laughter, love and creationnot yet floatingbut one day…one raft,two girlsdetermined to floatwith a biting windfor extra encouragement.
Under The Bridge
Where waters of gold flow, where hearts fill with thrillsand days fade into Aurelian dreams.
Everglow
I drew a line for you,yet inward still you spiraled,Never an honest wordand so I drew one for me.And now I gaze atwhere I wanted to go,oh the light you left for me, everglow.
A Vision To Behold
In the mist, the great divideupon the horizon, love coming to townin patterns undeniably bursting through, an intense rosemore real than we can imagine, the unseentraveling through past lands, a man who came to fulfill the lawhalle, hallelujah.
Decisions From On Top
“Which way Mama?” “That depends what type of bird you feel like.” Naturally, we took flight on both slopes, one more thrilling than the other. What holier thrill is there than zipping along mountain tops? All decisions from up here … Continue reading
Taking Flight
Taking Flight Fading, noise of the worldEntombed, curated stories|Laid to rest, misgivingsManifesting, dreamy visionsReclaiming, warm delights and steamy waysFrom the depths of my reserves, peace and joyRestored, remembranceGlowing, vestiges of an ancient waySound once again…didn’t know betrayal could be so … Continue reading
Something Above
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in ourselves, that we are underlings.” (Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene III, L. 140-141). –Shakespeare
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