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

Spring sings

Spring hums

She is a beautiful beast

Full of life and color

I'm ready for her arrival, her song, the flowers opening

I'm ready

-Alsia

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. 

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

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. 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.

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

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

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
 

Illume.

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. 

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

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 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

Balance

A perfect moment in time

Given and received

Beautiful in its simplicity

Chose each second to embrace

what is given

Observe clearly

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....

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 pathway.

A dried creek bed.

Found.

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.

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

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

Delicate things.

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

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

A circle.

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.

Balanced.

I observe this and my heart is nourished, balanced.

I am complete, I am empty.

Mind still. 

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.

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 

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

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

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" 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.

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
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

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 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.

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

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

Unfamiliar, hidden

Lost

Strange faerie might be waiting

To pull you deeper, never to return

//Scriber Lake, Lynnwood Washington//

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

Just let go and move with her

You will find peace and strength here