Tag: trees
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Feeling Alive
I have become aware that nature, being in nature, and at its whim, is when I am most alive and full of life, hope, respect, and at my most humble. I try to keep some part of it in my thoughts each day when I am most at need and far away because of daily…
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Finding Home
Is home truly where the heart is, or where the heart feels at home? The sun rises behind grey clouds infused with faint orange, drifting in the morning sky just above the distant treeline. Across the vast expanse of water, mountains rise to meet the sky, and the sky greets the mountains with tears. A…
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Time Away
Deep into the northern woods, beneath the blue sky, near full moon, and lush pine trees, balance is finally being restored. After an Alaskan Amber, Joline begins to emerge and I finally continue the story that I have been working on for over 15-years. This current work will provide more of a background story for…
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Summer, morning walk
An early morning walk in the calm and cool air. Before the paths and sand become too hot, there is a peace holding each grain, each branch, and each creature that stirs. Shadows leap from treetops to limbs. The lake is flat and hugs the shoreline closely. The sun wavers in the canopy as a…
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Poem – Awake
I lie awake at night and during the day and I think of the opportunities I have passed and I have missed. I think of the infinite lives, intersection points and how one small decision, detail, or word changes the path, changes the course, changes who I am. I lay upon the wood picnic table…
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Winter’s Last Stand
Spent the weekend clearing the last visages of winter as snow and ice had become 5-foot tall hills. Beneath the mounds, earth sprang forth with cold water, brown and reddish mud, and single blades of green grass. Spring has been dormant, waiting for the veil to be removed. Early dusk light scatters through curved pine…
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Poem – Lady in the Forest
For earth day… I awoke in the boreal forest white pine reaching skyward, a canopy of shadow a secret deep within the green walls, reflected hues off the morning dew, shimmers when the wind arrives I sought guidance from the lady the lady in the forest with streaking blood red locks a look of calm…
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Poem – Fracture 56
the winged sun whispers light the winged sun expels white dust. and the morning dew cold to our touch and the deer trail leads us deeper into the woods. subtle April needles green mingling with ancient blue from an artist’s palette. the ravens echo mocks other birds a ploy and trick to conceal its presence,…
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Poem – Black Swan
Emerging from the prairie and the ancient oak roots. numb, cold, senses fall away, the threads loosen, bonds stretched, there is light out there, somewhere, but here, where I stand, the shadows gather and meander in tight patterns around my feet and over my head, into the canopy, and cold infiltrates each layer and as…
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Reading and writing
To help with my writing funk, I’ve been reading a lot more than usual. And that advice is always given to writers: read more. Read different genres or subjects than what you are writing about. This helps to expand your mental awareness and give a larger pool of ideas and images to the mind and…
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Retreat – Challenges and Setbacks
An update on the wildlife retreat we have been working on the past 2-years. The first phase is done and we will take the winter off and enjoy the trees and bird songs. Phase two, which will be prairie grass restoration, starts in the spring of next year. Along with the joy of the various…
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Solitude
A place exists tucked into tall pine trees reaching toward the empty sky filled with Nothing. Yielding the search for everything I found what I was looking for. I do not fully understand the magic slipping through exposed fingers and I question why it took so long to get here, why so many roadblocks of…