Wind shifting through beach grass Black winged one lofting in place directly overhead Fighting gusting winds with a whoosh of wings Ocean waves pounding upon the shore at my back And amidst all of it a threshold of silence Where all sounds dwell before they are created ~~~~~~~~~ Written at South Salmon Creek Beach, … Continue reading Where All Sounds Dwell
In the Haudenosaunee native peoples Thanksgiving Address there rests a constant reminder that we already have everything we need. It recognizes the abundance that constantly surrounds us rather than scarcity - and is a pledge of interdependence and of gratitude for all that is given to us in every single moment, day, year…..lifetime.
Inevitably there come moments in our lives when we feel uprooted - whether physically, mentally, emotionally or even at the depths of our being. It could be.....
Spring inevitably brings with it a landscape of rebirth and renewal reminding us of the resiliency of the natural world... and of our very own being. Going beyond the surface of story to the energy of the cumulative experience....
I am speaking of Earth Roots here. When we lose our roots – our deep innate connection to the skin of this planet - we lose ourselves, it is just that simple.
The beginning of a New Year can make us feel there are new possibilities before and inside of us that are waiting to be unwrapped like a gift. To be explored and relished. And at times ......
Most every day I pass by this particular tree in the image above. It has always struck me as a shining example of the intelligence of trees - to not only live, but thrive, no matter what the circumstances or conditions. .
Listen carefully for you may miss the soft exhale of the flower on the vine. Or the inhale of the rich brown soil.....
Waking up on a moist light filled Sunday morning graced with peaceful nature sounds of forest and creek. All is well in this moment, laced with a sharp awareness that everything could change in an instant....and has...and will.
It's a misty wet afternoon here at Wolf Creek. Trees, creek and cool drops beckon one to explore the delights of nature in her mantle of changing season and soft fragrant earth. For the Celtic people of ancient Ireland, the natural world was a continuous prayer. Each mountain held a soul, each river a heart.......
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