They say that talking to Plants helps them grow, That the exchange of Voice (regardless of tone) Encourages broader bloom. I believe the same works With each other: That Brighter, bigger, more beautiful Growth rides the waves Of our thoughtful voices. Talk to them. Talk to them all. Build base for understanding: For learning, for …
Tag: peace
Soon, Sun. Soon.
It's all so fast today. It's all just so fast. The days are more like minutes, the Sun Racing to set and Leave long, cold Darkness: bones in the Cool, dark Earth. It's us left to protect Her warmth. To Store within ourselves And let shine her Healing light. It's us who must Carry her …
Silence
It’s not quite dawn and the only sound I hear is the low buzz of the running refrigerator from the kitchen. Peering out my front window which has two, furry moths on it side-by-side, I’m watching the blackness beyond my front porch, waiting for the spaces between the trees that I know are there to …
…Let Flow, Sweet Peace
A poem for peace from my heart, through my Remington, and to you. I love you. Jess
Beating Hearts
Yesterday, I studied the date on the donkey calendar that hangs over my desk for more than a moment trying to recall why August 2nd was significant when it finally hit me: six years ago on August 2nd, I had heart surgery. It wasn’t open heart surgery with a cracked open chest but instead, a …
The Remington
Moments ago, I began writing a new blog post describing a late night scene from around midnight last night---moon high and air still---when I wondered why I go outside so late so often? Many of my posts have started off with something along the lines of, “It was hovering around midnight when…” I thought on …
Steady, Steady, Sweet Soul
Above soaring, jagged rocks The world's weight tugging Heavily on your bones; Her mouth open wide and Ready for an easy meal... Wind whipping and howling With voices from deep underground, Voices that you swore were buried Beneath stone and time, Their smokey doubts swirling about... Above bird songs where Clouds roll with secrets; Air …
Worlds in Worlds in Worlds
In addition to doing my part to rescue donkeys, I am also a yoga instructor. In fact, several years ago, I quit my cush job in oil and gas to chase a dream of teaching yoga full-time. So far, it’s worked out, although I often wonder if the corporate Grim-Reaper will come knocking one day …
The Day of the King (Ranch)
There’s a place in the world Where fairies exist. They perch on yellow petals Watching pollen float delicately Around them like floating, golden halos. There’s a place in the world Where magnets are stronger. Pebbles and rocks roll together into Flower-like shapes and brilliant, infinite stars With a million, trillion points in a million, trillion …
Cold Coffee and Gray Skies: A Morning Meditation on Togetherness
I relaxed my back against the coolness of the wrought-iron chair in which I’d been sitting and leaning forward for the past half-hour while pulling my smudged glasses from my face. On the desk in front of me, I closed the large, three-ring binder that is packed full of printouts of guided meditations that I …
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