Walk With Me

Walk with me, take my hand and let’s take a little stroll over hill and dale.

We will set our path and forge a new.

So, let’s take the road that no one has taken.

I have no set time or destination, have no map, just my spirit to guide me.

Walk with me you adventurous soul, you whom seek to awaken your senses that have slept and stay hidden!

Let’s walk and take nothing, for the love of the journey will supply all our needs, for will reap what we sow, and light where darkness lays, love where hatred thrives, then pause and watch them grow.

So, walk with me, until we find the old growth virgin forest, and the mighty oak. there we build a nest and rest waiting for the forest Faries to sprinkle us with pixie dust so we can find rest.

So, walk with me if you dare!

Circle of Life

The stars bid a farewell as the last twinkle of light gives way the first rays of the morning sun.

As I lay on the sandy shore watching the night sky blend to the morning twilight.

Listening to the rhythm and pitch of the crashing waves forever changing and lulling me to near sleep.

And just for a moment, as if by magic, the night sky, the morning sun, the sea and I are one.

and for a moment the circle of life is complete.

Seasons

I look in awe and wonder, as the seasons change.

The simplicity of it all, for I can't remember no two seasons ever changing 

On the same date, or the same way.  I stop for a moment and remember now just how similar 

Our own seasons are to the natural words.  Are two Decembers ever the same, are two birthdays

Ever celebrated exactly in the same manor. And I must admit, I must pause and contemplate just

Why this is. Some may say time, some climate, but my heart leads me deeper. 

Yes, these are part of it but not the whole equation.  The words growth and change come flowing into my spirit. 

See as the forest grows, it slowly changes its surroundings, giving shelter, adding nutrition to the forest floor, providing food for those that call it home. This takes time, and a variety of conditions. 

And the changes in one thing, impact so many more. See how true that is in our own lives, we might not ever see the changes or the impact we have on those around us but is always present.  

I love to imagine it like this, God the creator of heaven and earth. Created the greatest work of art ever Imagined, one that changes over time, no two days does it ever look the same. Always beautiful and ever changing in a way that only he could

Be Still This Night

Be still this night and you may hear the orchestra we call the night.

The crickets chirp and endless song as the barn owl hoats.

A mourning dove calls their mate, come to me my love.

Nature prepares for darkness and humanity prepares to sleep.

the orange and magenta of the twilight gives way to the darkness of the night.

The last sun rays vanish as the first star light appears.

Its magic trick I trust, the synchronizing of fireflies is bright tonight, as if in competition with the stars.

The sound of humanity is fading fast and soon will be no more.

For the sandman is calling me home, my heavy eyes the will not last.

And in his real soft voice I’ve come to know be still this night and enjoy the show.

these moments they do not last.

The Journey

The wind blows across my wrinkled face, as I stop,

inhale deeply and look for a hint of just where it has been.

I raise my head to the sky for a glimpse of weather to come.

I wonder what you have seen, what wonderous places you have been and why you bless me on this day?

The freezing cold mountain stream washes over my aching feet and I can't help but ponder just what journey you will take. From Sky to earth to sea only to do it all again. what havoc have you caused, what beauty have you been the topic of? I am amazed something so refreshing can nourish life second and take it in another.

The morning sun so warm and bright that's bringing the darkness into light. Just your Presence in the sky makes my heart sing with joy.