Wild and Native

Wild and Native

On forest paths,bathing in a little more beautysurrendering to the overthought,in ecstasy,in honor,in illuminating grace.Eastward boundwhere your sky expandsand protruding from the land you plod,mushrooms broadcasting you’re already hereyou may as well breathe.For yourselffor the ancient timeline.This is your moment.This … Continue reading

All Things Disclosed

All Things Disclosed

Know what is in front of your face and what is hidden from you will be disclosed to you. -Gospel of Thomas, 5 Whoop, there it is. Every moment, every day, every year of my life it was right there. … Continue reading

And the Coif?

There’s no doubt nature does a body good, but what can it do for the coif? Apparently, it rubs off on our hairdo as well. Rounded and tightly coiled and oh so magnificent! Who wore it best, girlfriend or the … Continue reading

Be Kind For It Has Always Been You

Be Kind For It Has Always Been You

In Suzanne Simard’s discoveries, she witnessed trees sharing “information that actually is important to the health of the whole forest.” In addition to warning each other of danger, Simard says that trees have been known to share nutrients at critical … Continue reading

Dawning of Spring

Dawning of Spring

Closing in on the winter hardships, nothing says it more than bare feet on sun-soaked stone. Gifts we think are out of our reach until we feel life beneath our feet and look up. It’s evident, it’s all within reach … Continue reading

A Heavy Moment to Behold

A Heavy Moment to Behold

Branches, in their winter coatsA marvel of entanglement.Bare, boldsimply existing.Glistening in its a la mode cloak with an ecstatic sense of new wisdom against a whitewashed sky.Here we are again,another roundand into a new.

Cloaked

Cloaked

Overhead a creek, a homestead.Within earshot, a waterfall.Amidst slender, stretching sentient protectors, a deepening fondness.A white fluffy blanket to cover it all, here let me show you how it was laid out.

Out of Tune

Out of Tune

How ever did we get to this point, so far away from our mother, convinced that walls that contain us are our sanctuary? Don’t get me wrong I’m ever so grateful for Red https://thefolia.com/2017/04/09/red/, she’s there always for us and … Continue reading

In This Game

In This Game

A Little More Softness Please

A Little More Softness Please

Wouldn’t you agree? Perhaps we are getting there… Sharpened, waking edgesand stirring sleeping ones.Mates connected with entwined roots,if only recollected.Revive the dream with a palm pressed against wet rocks,or on bended knee, graciously, softlyupon the plush moss of a quieted … Continue reading