March is a tricky one. Bursts of warm breezes that tickle the fine hairs on exposed necks, shoulders and limbs, sun ducking behind heavy clouds only to pop out with such decisive force that any remaining piles of snow don’t … Continue reading
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
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
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
“Just a minute, said a voice in the weeds.” So I stood still in the day’s exquisite morning light. – Mary Oliver
You have arrived in Steeler Country where men cry over a fumble and give praise to haughty rants about mankind being better and wiser than Mother Nature so much so that anything we engineer is absolute. We shall see who … Continue reading
May we all see our abundance sooner rather than later.
Hark! Such shadowy and throbbing energy from overvalued drones and their angry chants on replay. What’s more concerning is that people are no longer searching for the truth, instead looking for instant gratification for that easy fix that doesn’t amount … Continue reading
We weren’t made to fit in, we were born to stand out. Time is so compressed these capriciously peculiar days; I can’t think of a better opportunity to take this on. What seems magical is fairly straightforward here, we are … Continue reading
We surfaced on this mellifluously abundant planet of everything imaginable and instantly we embrace the idea of scarcity. I can’t blame us wholeheartedly as deception is quite astute and personal accountability and choice are striped from us since our arrival … Continue reading
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