Being chased by the big man...
I ran and I ran just as fast as I can
To where all the wild flowers grow
To Where oneself could find the seeds to sow.
To a place so magical even the big man wouldn't know!
I ended up creating a life I love!
A child made from intention, Elijah he is my son!
Broken hearted not too long after. Barely had time to recuperate something I would call a lovely disaster...
Forever scarred with pain that's buried
but not a day goes by without me letting myself know no worries
On to the foothills of the huge sacred forest
big red trees, a lively space,
A place born for a poet
Wrapped in an artform created by healers, torn between regret and growth to be told I Was the card dealer.
Everything changes... Perception, views even the way you see
A lovely new way of living its probably the best place to be
Oregon is home
A family in its own
The color a different here
And you live in faith loving your ability to face your fears
Not wasting time on detached souls
A community with an open mind
Letting you enter into what's real
We begin to trust ourselves here understand what love is and get to know the family bears...
They watch you and understand!
They feel you and let you know through love and care.
They want to be your life long friend and family
they see only your brightest future
Why wouldn't I leave !!!