Nothing prepares you for the awesome feeling arising from connecting with Nature. It creates a feeling of belonging, raises your spirits, and soothes anxiety like nothing else.
There is Autumn in the air I feel Finding a portal for Winter in diamonds Diamonds floating around my head Falling on the ground Melting and morphing Into tiny pools of water Reflecting the earth below Shining as light sparkles off their being’s design And Where did I come from? How did I arrive here? Where is the last portal? The next? Lost in a world of falling diamonds Wondering how I missed the Autumn air The molting trees The rich smell of wet earth Still retaining summer warmth Portals come fast We enter them quickly Without noticing
Broken bones lying on the ground Broken promises lying all around Broken walk, broken talk, broken mind All great expectations left behind Under bridges broken Not a subway token Piece of time Wandering Crawling through this strange landscape I begin to feel moss Beneath my skin Moist and soft Creeping into my pores Through muscles Reaching bones Mending with being still With only will Weaving intricate patterns Anew Mending and sending Spirals Connecting to pathways Too small to travel Except with light Light making whole and Bringing support to promises made I merge with myself
Upon waking, and sorting out the meaning of a dream, reading its metaphors, sensing my feelings, sometimes, I realize an answer to something I thought elusive. Sometimes, I realize that I needed only to rest.
Today, I was thinking as I wrapped a towel around my wet hair, and looked into my closet for something to wear, I have old clothes, and new dreams. My old clothes still fit, and the colors are right for Fall, mostly burgundy and shades of gray and black. I got rid of all my pastel colors a long time back. Only white remains as contrast. How long will this color palette last? I have new dreams that move forward and embrace the creative process. Dreams, it seems seep into daily life and influence tiny things, and big things in a journey's subtle offerings. So maybe, I will incorporate something bright, like pink, or green, or orange morning light. After all I do want to match my dreams
I cannot seem to process too many words. I think that phrase would make a good song title though. "Too Many Words" (music to "Just One More Time.) Too many words I cannot seem to grasp my mind on They pass me by without a land on My scrambled brain Too many words I cannot seem to understand one There are too many to rely on Too many words I listened to you try explain it I tried and tried to understand But I could only see your mouth move And with the movement of my hand I stopped you Too many words If only you would just embrace me If you could only once just face me Too many words
