Sometimes we feel virtuous and breezy,even without a breeze.It’s a good day for a picnic on the pier.It’s a good day to be on the pier.Stick in hand,commanding our presence,refueling from the surrounding wilds,releasing all the tedium into the depths,dissolving,dissolvingbeneath,and … Continue reading
A lot of mastery in the wild.Another field of experience out here.And just over the bridge is another world.
Finite and infinity,limit and limitless.uncertainty and perceiver of truth. We ask a great deal of ourselves to wake up from a comfy slumber.Groggy often too sunken to think, who am I?Hard to say from underneath it all.Unkind time entangled within … Continue reading
I am in search of a particular experience, for as long as I can remember I always have been. The urge to experience yonder, closer to the natural world down a rutted path or alongside or above the flow of … Continue reading
Down a rutted path, along dormant liana, beside the mucky river and near a bridge, I find stillness for the day. Within twenty to sixty seconds of exposure to nature heart rate slows, blood pressure drops, breathing regulates and brain … Continue reading
Look who came for a visit today. My neighbor is the wilderness mother to all the feral faunas, at this point deer would eat out of her hand if she extended it out for them. This little fellow might be … Continue reading
Something redolent about the whiff of moist duff after the morning frosty dew dissipates, something not-so-ordinary to spot, this sweet trinary. Sunlight yearns to kiss these lavender hued caps and if girlfriend were with me on this am stroll, she … Continue reading