Finding the Unknown
We do not sit in darkness to find what we know, but rather to find what we do not know. – Jane Slade
Tag Archives: the great outdoors
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?
Piggy Back Pals
Their only goal: having a blast. Okay sometimes it’s about who is the strongest but in the end, there is always laughter with these two. Currently among her circle of pals, she is the only girl. The companionship between whomever … Continue reading
A Heavy Moment to Behold
Branches, in their winter coatsA marvel of entanglement.Bare, boldsimply existing.Glistening in its a la mode cloak with an ecstatic sense of new wisdom against a whitewashed sky.Here we are again,another roundand into a new.
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
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
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.
Here
“I can’t speak for elsewhere, but here on Earth we’ve got a fair supply of everything…There may be comparable places elsewhere, but no one thinks they’re beautiful.” – Wislawa Szymborska A blink of an insight, yet what a tribute to … Continue reading
True Faith
I feel so extraordinarySomething’s got a hold on meI get this feeling I’m in motionA sudden sense of liberty… – New Order Somehow, somehow, somehow, we get to that place where there is no choice but to make peace with … Continue reading
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