In a forest; lush and light. Old and full of wisdom, the ancient woods
Grounded in the earth I feel alive. Laying on my back; The sun kissing my skin
I stretch lazily, taking in the decadence of it all
My senses taking in every sound and sensation
The paper-thin blades of grass
Morning dawns
Birds flock!
The nuanced and determined chorus of the insects
Birds welcoming in the dawn with their individual songs. Greeting
All are in joyful recognition of the moment
This one precious, fleeting experience
Maybe the circle life isn’t a circle all; it’s a glorious continuum of wonder
I know nature
The earth is rooted deeply within my bones; it feels like home. Clay, is my primordial second skin
I accept the universe, her infinite and unfathomable
What is the universe?
What is the universe of my nature?
I have taken years to begin to understand
The painful lessons the cartographers of life have paved for me
The only soul that matters is my own. Deep. Vast.
The future impacted by the ecology of my past. A strange exploration
Take me to the glen, lay me down. The grass embraces me
The sun renews me
I am changing the ecology of my future
One goddamn lesson learned at a time
