Nature is magic. Pattern's emerge if you look closely.
She is divine in all things
She speaks in the stillness of things
Like a drop in the ocean, fluid and part of all things grand
Her embrace is dark filled with quiet moments of life
The life that grows under the moon's light
Safe from the going's on out in the wider world
She is magic and she is ancient
Before all things she has lived and she will be the last to leave
She is a beautiful beast
Full of life and color
I'm ready for her arrival, her song, the flowers opening
The hidden world. The forest holds so much information Worlds overlapping Like curtains gently moving in a soft breeze As they move against each other The optical illusion broken For a split second I see the hidden world in the trees
Determined to find my opening Running and dancing towards the entrance Closing my eyes, trusting my knowing Eyes can play tricks, they hold to reality too firmly Falling gently into the hidden world
Eyes now open to vibrancy of this new world Colors warm and soft Energy moving off the leaves to the heavens A communication to be sent
I place my hands inside the stream of light emerging Touched by this light it moves into me Changing my cells, changing everything about me My eyes explode with color Closing them the colors move inside A hidden world revealed A hidden world found.
He waits inside the forest
The forest man He watches me I can feel him Alive, vast Reaching out to me He is ancient, this green man Father of the sprites and pixies He absorbs my breath Taking the measure of its depth He knows why I come here Why I stare longingly, lovingly, a bit wistful It's a strange story Made of soul memories To be a guardian of the trees Wearing my armor of leaves dipped in pitch Holding my spear made from stone and tree Being connected to the network of nature Listening to the songs of the trees I know this was true but past
That forest man can see in my eyes My memories of this time So I am allowed to see hints of my past Little reminders given as gifts From the forest man The guardian of the trees
The Lady of the Lake
A vessel of light Delicate of shape only. It holds sacred illumination. For whom you ask? The one who knows how to drink it. Becomes the one who digests its nourishment. The light itself will burn away all darkness. The one who drinks must know this. Prepare for this. Accept this. Accept that they too will be transformed into a sacred vessel. Will become light. Will be nourishment to others. Illumination manifest.
The Forest Cathedral
The forest cathedral. Every time I walk through these places I'm in awe. I am spellbound by the patterns that I can see, openings into another dimension. Wild beings, complete, their instinct and wisdom aligned. I know that someday when my time here is over I will walk through that door to wander and laugh and explore. I will befriend the beasts, and then in a moment of joy I will look down at my arms and legs and realize I am a beastie too. Enfolded into this new world, I will peer through the doors back into this world singing songs in the forest to the humans that would choose to see me looking back at them.
The many pathways
In the beginning I thought that my path lead me straight ahead I would force my progress And in doing so I harmed myself Maybe others, for I could not see my surroundings A narrow focus A limited focus, my youth only granting me superficial understanding Paths wander and sometimes we are lost
In my newly gifted adult years I became lost many times And as many lost people do, I panicked I ran in circles, forced pathways I was bloodied I destroyed parts of the forest to find a new path Sometimes I stopped trying to find a way Weeping, lost Calling out for help
I wander and I find you
I found you On this path Both facing the same way Our faces dirtied and scratched We held each other's hands Walking on the twisted pathway of life We argue about the next turn sometimes But we stick together
The path opens and dissolves
As we reach the end The path opens and dissolves We look back, I look back There never was a path to follow It's all forest, thick and full I walked each step as I needed to And made a path inside myself
The Cloud Altar
Meet me at the Cloud Altar Say you'll come
I come here and sit everyday And talk to the cloud people Like all humans I talk too much
Listening is harder Listening requires that I receive Not so easy being open, being vulnerable So I'm here another day Listening to the clouds My eyes closed My center humming
Say you'll come and sit with me Listen with me Close your eyes It'll be alright
Then let's walk through And up to the cloud people Desolving and reforming ourselves Again and again Until we become rain Falling, falling, gracefully falling Earthbound once more
Cherry Blossom Girl
She wears the crown
She sees without eyes. She lives inside smell. She tastes the world. She knows how to move. Nature.
I crept through the untouched forest nature isolated by inconvenience Nature filled with vines and branches water tightly wound around the empty spaces I carefully and purposely moved to the center Aware of the silence and stillness I breathed in and touched the silence within myself Drinking in the beauty and sacred space This nourishment found by climbing and crouching and standing still
The place between worlds.
It is the pathway to the faerie realm...the moments of wonder before you enter their realm, forever changing you.
The laughter in the trees pulls you forward.
Gold and Blue
A pathway beyond
Portals Are Magic
Portals are magic For they do not exist for those who cannot see
If you can see where to step through Do not hesitate Be bold Walk through Once on the other side Take a moment to breath in its sweetness Saturate yourself in the vibration And then step backwards And bring the magic home
Black and White
Light and Dark contrast in the poetry of black and white photography.
Early Spring River
Driving past I captured this photo.
Soft and quiet.
The day you came to me I was on my knees Looking at the roots I could see that they were covered In what I could not say
My hands dirtied My knees and back sore I kept pulling the sickly growth away
The day you came I had gotten a little deeper that day I could see their strength Thick roots deeply set into the earth
My tears they started washing away That strange growth Unnatural My tears could cleanse My efforts were fruitful My hands had use
The day you came I saw the beginnings I saw the depth and breadth of the roots Connected to the earth, to the source I will tend my tree I will care for my roots
A man and his dog
A man and his dogs He lives here Everyday he walks this path
Looking outwards and downwards to the ocean He pauses a moment The dogs sniff the air
The man and his dogs turn around, walk complete
Nature's Secret Places
Secret places found in nature
A perfect moment in time
Given and received
Beautiful in its simplicity
Chose each second to embrace
what is given
Nourish the heart and mind
The State of Me
Hamlet's heart was blind. As Ophelia lay in her watery grave, Beauty surrounded in beauty. Unseen, forsaken she drowned in her grief. Ophelia found herself lost. In the beauty of nature so sadly alone. Oh Hamlet! You fool....
The Faerie Throne
A center found.
An adventure in the forest.
The leaves follow the gentle air streams on their way to the floor, becoming the fall carpet of yellows and orange.
It's amazing and beautiful and peaceful and my heart is happy here.
The forest holds my heart. The gift of the changing forest.
A secret pathway
A dried creek bed.
I wander down the creek bed, feeling the recent memory of water.
Cool and gentle.
I find myself wanting to sit inside these secret places.
I savor their silence won from stillness.
Closing my eyes I can feel the soft movements of time, I float inside this gentle place.
A reprieve from the world of man.
A pathway into myself.
My lover, the forest
I must confess I'm in love you
You reach down into my soul Nourishing my roots Like sweet water flooding After a rain storm
It's no secret once I confess This truth setting me free To stand in your beauty Breathing in the fresh air You provide My lover, the forest
Arms outstretched A lingering need The tree always reaching Water passing Flowing Saturation in the cold earth We are watching nature Learning but never knowing And so it is Just like this Until we return To the sky
Into the depths Looking up from the bottom of the lake I can see the light resting on the surface It swims across Then disappears
These roots are a map A map to the deeper Underneath I am traveling to the center where are the strange beings live Slightly outside the ordinary Mostly inside the mysterious When you arrive there must be a trade A story, a song or dance I choose a story to tell Each word creates more of the reality of the deeper Each phrase a new light, a new being A place of magic underneath the tree
Stairs lead upwards
This journey, this path is sacred.
Each step is an affirmation of the being you are.
The creatures in the forest are watching you.
They whisper to the king and queen of the forest about your progress.
They speculate and gossip among themselves.
But the king and queen are wise and are ancient, made from stars before this world was born.
They know, they smile and say nothing.
And you continue along your path, a sacred journey filled with all matter of good and hard lessons.
And the beings whisper, and the king and queen smile and you take each step on the stairway to your true nature.
If I gave this light to you Would you keep it safe? Hold it tenderly in your care? Would you treasure it?
It's a daring thing to be vulnerable, to trust, to be open But I would do it for you My love My light
Beauty often embodies fragility.
It's vulnerability makes us fall in love.
Strength has its own fierce beauty but it must be balanced with its counterpart, weakness.
The blue surface Underneath it all I'm feeling the calmness of this winters chill The cold stills Allows for slow digestion of the happenings of the year
The ghost moon The last moon of the year
Fading, her light almost extinguished She seeks her lover, the sun
They meet on the last day of the year, both faded, weary
But their love is strong, full, enduring As they kiss and join as lovers The light and strength return to the moon and the sun as they wake up to the new year
Paint the Sky
If I could paint the sky. It would be the sky of Picasso's daydreams All swirls of color and movement. If I could paint the trees they would stand golden, vibration evident in the hum. If I could show you the world through my eyes and heart you would see how very special it is. And you would love it like a precious jewel, alive and wondrous. You would, you would love it as I do.
want the sit under these trees Looking up Breathing Watching the leaves Swaying Dancing I'm safe here I'm sheltered At peace
As I hold this space People walk past Going places
Going beyond For me, I don't need to go anywhere For everything I need is here The earth The trees The sky All here
Canopy of tree branches holding the sky.
The floor made of water and dirt.
All elements, complete.
Circles are complete things, lack nothing, whole.
Sitting in the center is everything and nothing.
I observe this and my heart is nourished, balanced.
I am complete, I am empty.
Earth and Water
Earth and water.
My favorite new discovery is watching the slow movements of water blending into a silk like texture.
The earth all sharp textures and color.
The contrast pleases my eye and delights my heart.
A tripod to make it all possible.
Because stillness and time is required for such beauty, much like life.
Earth, water, stillness, time, beauty, life. A picture. A poem.
The poetry of the trees.
They love to speak in a strange language given to them by the queen.
Long ago she spoke them awake.
Now they are ancient storytellers of the earth.
Long stories full of celebrations of the seasons, the long dark, the worship of the sky, the love of the winged beings.
Things are unclear
Today is a strange day My skin feels uncomfortable And I feel like there is something I should know Like I'm missing something Okay step back Breathe Look again
There is something I can see it, feel it A strong sensation Colorful, textured
It's unclear though How it will manifest
Be kind to yourself Go gently into the world Rest in the still moments
And pay attention
Choose Life Live long
So that you give yourself time to gain wisdom
Take the time to really look at your world
Beautiful and ugly Both to be savored But more than that
Life will cut you So that all that beauty can work itself into your core
Treasure those wounds and draw life deep
Crows are the messengers of the gods and goddesses.
Two Crows sitting
Two crows facing each other A morning of sun A frozen lake
And the crows are singing
They will fly away soon
And I will watch the flight In the winter sun
Digital art is also a passion of mine. To create from the mind's imagination.
I want to dance in color and light Bathe inside energy meant to move the darkness back to the void Create beauty to nourish, a food rich in love Gift myself with the joy of sound I know right now fear is winning, and hate But not in my heart
Her Heart is True
A heart gathers her knowing
Like a bird gathering twine
Each piece of information woven
into an intricate design
Meant to nourish and protect
Truth the binding ingredient
Her heart can see without looking
And feel beyond the words given
Her heart protected by love's truth
Funk it Up
"Funk it" she said.
She was thinking things had gotten out of hand.
She couldn't turn on her TV or look at her phone without feeling dread.
It was time to funk it up.
Change things inside.
Remember that everything was a chance to make art.
To color her world with deeper textures and colors.
She was going to funk it up.
The Green Lady
The Red Queen
Pieces of Me
Pieces of me All jumbled, all moving Changing and some standing still, locked Unlocking requires so many things In time all these things will come to the surface In time none of these things will really matter, an illusion to keep me human I don't mind, being human is a dance with illusion It's a beautiful and sometimes painful and sometimes flat No matter, all the pieces are here
The cosmic mother
The cosmic mother Her love is fierce and true She watches us fall and rise Inside the circle of time Wisdom comes from patience And still moments Then movement, then change Knowing when to be still, knowing when to move the great mother holds these secrets
The Great Mother She watches me while I work Reminded me to keep center To stay on my ground Stay and observe Send the healing across the dimensions, like a flock of birds, a sound
Great mother protect me Guide me Remind me to stay true
Cherry Blossom Girl
Flowers flow from her breath. Life springs from her feet. Renewal
Her vision sees things to come. Her ears hear what is only whispered. Clarity
Her dance is graceful. Her movements poetry. Grace
Love is her song. She speaks only kindness. Gentleness
The Cosmic Dragon
The sun is the left eye, The moon the right, The cosmic dragon swims through the heavens.
Carrying the earth through the universe, A blue egg. Someday the earth will be born. It will take a trillion years to travel the distance. To the new galaxy where the egg will hatch. The birth of the being from the blue egg is a mystery Only the cosmic dragon knows who or what will emerge... My guess it's something golden, something beautiful.
I've decided that from this day forward I will let it all go. I will let my pain fall to the ground like feathers. I will let fall my regrets, anything that weighs me down. Like a shawl of feathers that has been worn too much, feathers coming out and becoming lost. I will replace the feathers with light. Light woven from joy and gratitude. Until I am clothed in nothing but light.
People make the world go around
Yost Park on a foggy morning. Exploring the magic of light inside fog
A river flows
The straight line
The old tree
The sunlight finds a way
A pond, a family of ducks
A sky full of dark clouds
I'm crouched low trying not to disturb the wildlife
Impossible, I am in my heavy jacket, a camera around my neck
Click, the ducks move away
But I like their motion, movements graceful
They embody the grace of nature, instinct pure
I embody the witness, the one peaking in
A fleeting touch
Of water, and wing and sky
The pathway along the marsh
There is no place to wander
The path is the only way
If you were to walk off the path
You would enter into the cold marsh
Strange faerie might be waiting
To pull you deeper, never to return
//Scriber Lake, Lynnwood Washington//
Nature likes to twist
Nature never grows straight
Nature doesn't mind variations and curves
Circles and twists
She isn't afraid to change every single time
She knows the strength in being different
We need to remember this when we think being the same is strength
We need to know we need to change in order to flow with nature
Stop fearing things you cannot understand because my dear life is meant to move and sway and twist like this