A little dwellingwith a wood burning fireplaceon a still lakesurrounded by the sound of wind rustling through the trees.and laughter,bouts of it around the fireafter rounds of singing,reverberating the unseen.that preserved beauty,missed in the haziness above the waters,the reminders of … Continue reading
If we go along with the crowd, the only thing that will derive from such lemming behavior is that we won’t wind up with much more than the wish we can do it over again. Do not conform but love … Continue reading
On forest paths,bathing in a little more beautysurrendering to the overthought,in ecstasy,in honor,in illuminating grace.Eastward boundwhere your sky expandsand protruding from the land you plod,mushrooms broadcasting you’re already hereyou may as well breathe.For yourselffor the ancient timeline.This is your moment.This … Continue reading
Know what is in front of your face and what is hidden from you will be disclosed to you. -Gospel of Thomas, 5 Whoop, there it is. Every moment, every day, every year of my life it was right there. … Continue reading
There’s no doubt nature does a body good, but what can it do for the coif? Apparently, it rubs off on our hairdo as well. Rounded and tightly coiled and oh so magnificent! Who wore it best, girlfriend or the … Continue reading
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
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.
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.
She’s still at it. Pecking away to the tune of her own brilliance. Still can’t figure out, a week into it, if she’s vocal about something or simply singing to her own melody and worshipping no one or anything other … 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
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