These Are the Days
“These are the days that must happen to you.” -Walt Whitman
Tag Archives: stillness
Within This Flora and Fauna
Even the wind’s whistling halts in mid-air to take heed of the sky beams magnetically drawn to you.Piercing through the hushing air like a monofilament, you remain still.Your arrival inescapable,your unfolding heart everlasting.It’s been a strange, sticky summerit took your … Continue reading
An Arresting Presence
Taking a few steps back after a couple hours enveloped in silky waters, I stopped to breathe this in. For a moment I wondered if I swam to the other side of the world, for this ain’t the world I … Continue reading
Summer Quench
Wherever we find ourselves, we take notice of the extraordinary in the ordinary. This distinct concoction, perhaps a twice and often times thrice a month treat, at our spot of comfort and otherwise wildly curious locale had us from our … Continue reading
Lay Waste
“Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers – but like lemmings running headlong to the sea, we are oblivious.” – William Wordsworth. Wordsworth chronicles his spiritual life, his views on his craft and place in the world in his … Continue reading
This Moment Forthright Atlas.
Among all the wild,willing, able and accepting to feel bursting sentience.Each day, each moment in solace of a rolling wave elapsing,I enter into a realm so sweetly serene.Water expanding, weighed and seamless into the idyllic existence on some far-off shoreas … Continue reading
A Cool Spot
On the surface it may have seemed like there may have been a lot to handle within myself, a previous je ne sae quoi of I am here and I don’t know why? Such a demeanor emanates bewilderment for all … Continue reading
Deep Into Summer Thoughts
It’s going to take beaucoup amounts of daydreaming, for we are not the ensuing thought. We are the field of awareness watching the thought arise and recede—a pendulum swinging raucously to the tune of anger or sweetly to a lullaby-like … Continue reading
Shaking it Loose
The thing about angels is we are so distracted we don’t even notice their fluttering wings spawning and weaving our dreams into the breeze sweetly whispering into our ears. If only we untethered ourselves from torpedoing weighted thoughts to float … Continue reading
Cowgirl in the Making
The thing about a barnyard gal is even in the downtime, dignity is upheld and grandeur is manifesting. Must be something about endeavoring in silence in the early morning light breaking through roof rafters on a long-standing barn. That along … Continue reading
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