Morning Stretch

Morning Stretch

Gotta start with yourself. It’s the beginning of a new day, a gentle nudge from mama earth is all it takes and if that almighty sun is lambent without a cloud to come between us, all the sweeter. Our habits … Continue reading

Even Without a Breeze

Even Without a Breeze

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

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

Doff Thy Threads

Doff Thy Threads

Red has doffed her winter look within days after hailing it. But will I spring about carefree without mine from now on?

Eavesdropping

Eavesdropping

We have so much more in common than not. If we could only see. Projections are feelings reflecting back to us. What if we stopped projecting and allowed ourselves to take heart and simply be. How dreadfully unaware we are, … Continue reading

Underneath It All

Underneath It All

Still embracing us, still welcoming us, even after she quietly slips on her winter coat afresh.

“Walking on the Moon…

…feet they hardly touch the ground.” – Sting According to the principal songwriter and lead singer of The Police, the background of this tune was about the weightlessness one feels when they fall in love. I see how in his … Continue reading

Armchair Generals

Armchair Generals

Tel-a-Vision, I never cared much for this technology; I know most do. I tried to get into it. I followed for a bit, but I favor the wild, creating my own visions rather than someone fervently telling me theirs. Any … Continue reading

On Finding the Bridge

On Finding the Bridge

A lot of mastery in the wild.Another field of experience out here.And just over the bridge is another world.

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.