#natureheals
As the water falls
I feel my soul reawaken
Colors are brighter
More vivid
Greens coalesce into lush gardens of life
Made more pronounced by the grays of scattered boulders
Whose placement steers the water to lower climbs
As the water falls
I am falling with it
Its power cleanses my heart
Opening my soul up to muted browns
Possessed by both life and death as leaves turn to soil
That breathes life into the skeletal limbs that anchor the forest canopy
Below Earth’s baby blues
As the water falls
I become swept away
Dragged further from the disconnections
That mute even the yellows of the sun
Pale to that of the myriad mountain flowers drawn from stark purples to contrasting reds
That remind me of both pain and happiness earned on the trail of life
Bruises that paint my battered body with the story of water and the gravity which causes us to fall
Do not save us
For we have become free
While falling
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 2:11 PM UTC
On a sailboat
On Lake Superior
This shimmering body of water and I
are separated only
by a thin layer of sunblock,
a pair of shades
On a sailboat
On Lake Superior
Moments move as slowly
as the low breeze nudging the sail
I know not the year
or state I’m in out here
I know only
that I am the water
and the water is me
To Do Lists of life on land
cannot find me
sheltered here
by waves
Cradled here by currents
older than any human care
I am free as I float
Agendas, ambitions, anxieties—all inferior
On this sailboat
On sacred Lake Superior
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Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 2:05 PM UTC
"When life seems tough, nature becomes the silent healer—calming the mind, soothing the soul, and reminding us that even storms pass."
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
Have you rested
on an old blanket
‘neath the big pine trees
feeling a warm breeze
and the ****** and dips
of the needle-laden ground?
Have you eavesdropped on the birds
as they gossip
woo
brag
calling amongst
the sticky pine needles?
Have you spied on the ants
on their no-nonsense march
or counted wispy clouds
that lazily float by
laying on your back
on a scratchy, faded blanket?
Have you ever marveled
at the wide, wide blue
that’s neither near nor far
feeling time pause
under pointy branches
lost in restful ease
‘neath the big pine trees?
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May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC
I watch the cottonwood
seeds
gather on the
wildflowers and
the weeds.
The trail looks a gentle
snowfall
of dust,
Like the back corner
of grandmother's attic...
Blanketed in mystery
and
well worn with
the years.
White sand and flakes of
pyrite
glitter on the
water's edge,
Dancing
with the rythym of the
waves...
A hummingbird
chases a dragonfly
into a tangerine sunset.
A hawk circles the road looking
for a wayward mouse.
I cry a silent prayer.
And can
only
think of you,
My Angel.
And
the
wind
cries
too...
Singing her
sorrowful song
Only for you,
My Angel,
Only for you...
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC