From Wikipedia; Fiddleheads are the furled fronds of a young fern, often harvested for use as a vegetable. Left on the plant, each fiddlehead would unroll into a new frond. ~ a tender young sprout bursting with life and purpose the return of spring ~ ~ Spring has officially arrived and I feel a burst…
~ the Ozarks are bursting with green the colors of spring on every hill dazzling daffodils in bold yellows cherry trees exploding in white redbuds painted in pink buds warm my tender heart ~ ~ the parade of spring vibrant blossoms and colors dance upon the hills where red cardinals sing out announcing spring’s arrival…
~ Like John Muir, I go to the woods to be restored and renewed. Especially in spring, I go to see the cycles of life at play, appreciate earth’s beauty, and marvel at the wonders and miracles of life. ~ wandering and wondering I marvel at the beauty of nature each new discovery is a…
Winter Gifts
Under a Blushing Moon ~ spring’s arrival boldly on display a carnival of color and procreation nubile shoots glowing with vitality naked petals quivering in readiness pollen poised for loving union petals dancing and surging pollinators feasting hungrily nature’s Eros fully exposed under a blushing moon ~ This is my whimsical take on writing a…
Field of Dreams ~ laying in golden fields grasses softly swaying caressing my body and soul I play with possibilities dreams seeded in fertile fields of imagination and spirit I release them to God and emerge renewed ~ In reality, I only hiked by this field, but later had the sense of possibility playing in…
Autumn Renewal ~ creeks flowing leaves falling spirits rising autumn revival ~ Autumn is finally showing her face. We had our first cool day and evening and I recently found these leaves on a hike in the woods. My body and spirit are ready for some renewal that autumn seems to bring me. How about…
After the Storm ~ branches sparkling creeks running sunlight streaming clouds abating life is good ~
Meadow Musings summer dreams bake rising and wafting about floating on soft puffy clouds visiting far away lands ~ my spirit floating free untethered to dream and soar sailing on winds of inspiration returning to earth refreshed and renewed ~ May you be refreshed with joyful meadow musings!
Foul Winds gray skies from the east rampant pollution to the south arid land begging for water in the west tar sand and pipelines descend from the north ~ despair in too many homes war in too many lands will humans ever grow up or is this the end of man ~ will the…
writing to freedom 