Splash!

Excitedly, the ocean welcomes me back with its liquid embrace.

Summer is over, but thoughts of the ocean continue to draw my mind back to sunny landscapes of white sand, blue water, palm trees, and the variety of activities nature’s playground offers. The images temporarily fade away as I step out into the cooling winds and changing colors around me. Shortly after that, my mind wants to return to where the sun heats the sand and my body. The place where ease is the staple of the day, and night promises no worries.

I’m homesick for paradise.

A Path To Peace

whether with deliberation
or from exhaustion

there will come a time
when steps need to be taken

to safeguard our sanity
and build back a reserve

taking the best route
to heal and restore

whether movement, nature, meditation
resting, music or books

that which provides respite
will lead us back to reality

Connected

Redux

I Write Her

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There’s a substantive intimacy in nature. It’s filling.
The smell of earth satisfying and rejuvenating.

The wind enveloping you in its invisible caress.
Touching without, healing within.

Hello, beautiful bird on a sunny day!
Seeing you brings me joy and a smile.

The smile of someone engaged.

I feel my best friend at that moment.
And I miss her.

It’s me looking through her eyes, but she’s not there.
For a moment I could cry.

From her, I learned the wisdom of these significant bits of the day.

She’d be in that moment with me graciously approving
and being grateful for the beauty of our surroundings.

My friend would love you too, beautiful bird.

And I love her.

**This piece selected to guest blog! Thank you, Natasha Tungare!

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The Roar Of Peace

my frazzled soul
lightens
       then leans 
into the beckoning of birdsong
drawing me in further

all my senses imbibe deeply
the multitude of earthtones
and various shades of green
the rapid flow of moisture
beguiling, mesmerizing 

the rush of the river
grounds my senses
replaces tension with ease
and fills every pore of me
with enchantment  

i am nourished...

Want to feel this calm? Listen HERE.

White Bird

in solitude
the connection is binding
our surroundings enhance, nourish and replenish us

once again

feeling whole and put back together
from a reality drilling us down
into a million tiny pieces

once again

recapturing the pieces of our souls
standing one with nature
the giver of life force

once again

Burgundy Moon

with lightly treading steps
inhaling deep the richness before me
the breath of the trees
fill my lungs with purity

the tinged mist all around
and the reddish-pinkish orb barely there
brown thin tendrils reach to the sky
as if clamoring to hug it

the magic of this night draws me in
the whispers of the woods fill my head
as if begging for a dance under the burgundy moon
mystery and enchantments guide me further in

Reblog – The Sound of Songbirds by Penny Wilson

This piece magically transports me to this beautiful, serene place. Enjoy!

Penny Wilson Writes

To listen 
to my heartbeat 
and feel my lungs 
fill with air. 

To have nothing 
I have to do 
no place 
I'm expected 
to be. 

I want to listen 
to the 
quiet. 

The noise 
of this world 
has grown  

and I cannot endure 
much more. 

I wish to listen
as the stars 
find their path 
across the sky. 

I want to watch 
the morning dew 
dissipate 
with the rise 
of the sun. 

The sound 
of songbirds 
is enough 
for me. 

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson

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