may I go days on broth alone spiced with mushroom and veggies or just a can of beans over a burner and coffee for the day may I carry the sinking weight of my pack on my back please Noodles are good. Already? Now, it's noodles. next it will be four cars, two houses, three … Continue reading Today
Tag: #Nature
Spirit
such a tender love is spirit nature surrounding logic like lifting a barge overhead or the world on a donkey's back spirit makes life able a Trojan horse the way of the firefly rat-race like reason stretching for hard answers, easy answers none that answer sometimes it's worth a float in the sky like a … Continue reading Spirit
The Lost Art of Joy
Joy is as prominent as is suffering. Accepting suffering with a joy is not impossible. If I were to say that joy suffers neglect on humanity's part in comparison to the complaining of sufferings, still this would not accurately relate to joy, how could joy absorb any neglect, any cruelty itself. This is joy, and … Continue reading The Lost Art of Joy
Morning Geese
From the old, wood framed window, across from my bed, I saw a flock of white bellied geese fly by in their arrow formation in the sky. It was so early in the morning, the alarm clock still had over an hour's worth of minutes to tick through, but their demonstrative calls woke me so … Continue reading Morning Geese
The Toad who Sang (Children’s Story)
In a large ancient forest, there was a historic pond known for its prestigious family of toads, the Keaton's. For over five hundred years, the Keaton family has governed the pond and all of it's inhabitants. The Keaton family was known for their intelligence, bravery, and athletic skill. They kept to a set of practical … Continue reading The Toad who Sang (Children’s Story)
Morning Moments
Light tinkers, crawls over lichen-painted oak and dangling moss. Up and higher it climbs, striding over darkness with a big transparent foot. Dawn’s white cuff forms around the softening moon changing night to broken shadows. Like a ladder, imprints of glowing squares topple over the treetop, the leaf top. Dew is a smoke screen under … Continue reading Morning Moments
Now and Then
Glimpses Gentle currents of fall breeze curl over a patch of prairie land. Around the sun clouds drift casting golden mirages on browning ground. Long lost tales under crispy leaves tan, turning red before winter drawing near. Just like coves of blankets like a dome over my bed evermore dimming quiet and about silent, hibernating … Continue reading Now and Then
The Green Meadow
There, a green meadow, just beyond the wooded shade open grass, long blades, belly barren from winter one slow pausing step, watching, listening careful not to trust clear day too much sunlight over my nose moist, lifting eyes of beaded brown stare upon spring patches, watering mouth, luring, stepping, step bowing my head, I eat … Continue reading The Green Meadow