Whispering Trees in the Tussle of the Wind.
Is theirs a language in signs and vibration like the ripples across an ocean? I wonder, how do trees smile? Because when I see them, I do.
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I Peel the Bark off the Trees and See My Skin.
Next time you are near trees, touch your palm to their bodies and think of all of history’s petrified wood, how each ring circling inside it tells a story.
Mourning. {poetry}
Last night I stepped outside of time Minutes became centuries Ten thousand years became right now And mourning the epiphany As clenching pain released...
And Still You Stand: Rendezvous with a Tree. {poetry}
What you need is to be admired. Acknowledged for your charm, wit, and elegance, in spite of what lurks underneath your royal garb.
You Are Safe in This Wilderness.
I cannot connect with the idea of a calling that can be translated perfectly into a paycheck, a position, or a fixed identity associated with something I do. If I have one, my vocation is to be alive, to listen quite literally to my body and its rhythms: Every. Single. Moment. And to honor and ...