These roads tell stories; taking a breath, I close my eyes and wait. My hands and feet, like roots taking hold, become one with the earth. This isn’t my first contact with Gaia.
This thirst for understanding, as if guided by a chain, pulls on me; I feel her wanting to share her secrets. On meadows and beaches, in forests, and in any place filled with her essence, I run barefoot to feel one with her, never having to feign a connection.
The distant stars flicker, millions of years apart from me, yet still, so close, have me feeling awe.
I Write Her 
Wow this was great!!!!!
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❤ Appreciate that, Belladonna!
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Beautiful and touching piece, Susi!
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Thank you, Eugenia! 🙂
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Most welcome, Susi!
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Lovely poem, being one with nature gives strength. I wouldn’t have guessed it was a word prompt either.
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That is wonderful praise! Thank you!
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If you hadn’t bolded the word prompts I’d have never guessed which ones they were. Lovely narrative!
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Wonderful compliment. Thanks, Val! 🙂 Glad you liked it.
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Loved this one
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Thanks, Cheryl! ❤
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Well woven story using the word prompts.
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Thanks, Pat! 🙂
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Beautiful poem Susi. Very moving.
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❤ Thank you so much, Sadje!
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You’re most welcome
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