On sunbaked pavement, bare feet.Reverberating from my presence, my last bit of oomph.Surrounding me, a fullness of everything but empty vacuum space.From beneath my feet, a tenderness born from molten milk of your magma.Reigning down upon me, a symphony of … Continue reading
Twigs, stalks, stubbles and all kinds of leavings are what I greet along the edges of the frozen terrain I tread. It’s simply that time of year and as all souls know, it’s this occasion of reprieve that allows us … Continue reading
I am in search of a particular experience, for as long as I can remember I always have been. The urge to experience yonder, closer to the natural world down a rutted path or alongside or above the flow of … 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
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