In a prized journal, creative spirit sketched in squiggling curves and crafted words.On this eve, crimson tinted eggs ready for Sunday’s cracking.Upon a thawing terra, bare feet sensing the metaphysics of electromagnetic creation.In our hearts, a longing for the unplotting … Continue reading
No one owns the water.No one owns the land.No one owns the oceans.No on owns the sand. These are given by our Mother. The Planet provides abundantly and willingly with no charge, with no strings attached. Only by the hands … Continue reading
We gather around this sweet spot, the leaves at the tip of turning as we soak up the mid-day sun. Welcoming the vibrations of light into our bodies, marinating its sweet notes through every cell and allowing the connection of … Continue reading
If I look grimy in this photo it’s because I was. We hit the sandbox, which for the first time since the heat kicked in we had it all to ourselves. After castle building, we lied supine and basked in … Continue reading
At this point there’s nowhere else to go but out on a limb. Retrieving one’s spirit while cavorting about in nature isn’t really a novel notion though. In ancient times natura literally meant “birth,” and creation stories were a common … Continue reading
To my great joy we are finally able to lay on pavers, warmed-from-the-sun. Nobody knows how long it will last. I figure, we have a few more rounds through the darkness to the dawn. We’ve set out so long ago, … Continue reading
Mercury rising today, even higher than yesterday’s temperature. A whole lot of exposed knees and elbows in motion all day today, weeks before normal. Even kitty loves to bask under the magical sunbeams. Still no time for merrymaking, although if … Continue reading
is skewed in this photo. A low shot with the subject viewed up close against a white winter sky to create an illusion of a grander view. There you have it, I disclosed my trick. While we wait for the … Continue reading
Can you even? If anyone else was out this afternoon they would have absorbed her sun-lit soul and maybe the heaviness from their shoulders would have lifted with her sprightly energy. Our daily exercise of grounding, feeling and simply being … Continue reading
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