Unspoken messages from mom
Weathered Nest
Light and Vine
Lost for a long while in the endless half-acre, drawn into details, searching for treasures, glorifying the fungus and weeds, macro honing in on their natural beauty, the stillness that surrounds, the stillness in me, magnifies my senses supernaturally, the rustle of a leaf, the distant wind chimes, soft birdsong melody, … Continue reading Light and Vine
I Believe
Daybreak is near. I feel the twinges of melancholy I hoped to sleep off stirring. I've been on an incredible positive mental-health streak lately. Even though romantic love is an area I have to do healing work with daily, as someone who has never experienced it (returned), I had a very happy Valentine's Day. I've … Continue reading I Believe
The Root
The root of it all, the root that grew for so long beneath, was much larger, more complex, than I expected it to be, for noiseless it was deep within, a tumor of the psyche for so long, so slowly expanding, the vines that sprouted clung on with vicious might, penetrating the … Continue reading The Root
Beneath the Super Moon
I harness storms and moons through raised arms and submersion in sea, accepting, channeling, the power and glow into the innermost depths of me. Do I look any different? My aura, the galaxies in my eyes? Because I feel the change, the invincibility, when my soul soaks in the rain and night lights. … Continue reading Beneath the Super Moon
I Will Never Tire
I will never tire of morning birdsong, the daily rising of the sun, the ways the rays beam between trees, the clouds that form in such artistry, the freedom flaunted in wildflowers, all the colors of twilight hours, the breezes that rouse my desires, the stars that kindle my dreams afire, for as long as … Continue reading I Will Never Tire
This Sunrise
In this early dawn, I let the stillness be, observe the lightening of dark transforming gradually, so subtly, yet the colors awakening are so softly profound, the beauty almost too much to behold with the eye, so the heart and soul absorb the excess, the spilling over, and preserve it as a natural resource to … Continue reading This Sunrise
