Tag: creation
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A Field Path Through Burtigny
Glass doors open to a pebblestone terrace, and a path below that disappears into the horizon through fields and pasture. One of August’s last suns has long set, darkening the sky, like indigo ink spilling across a nighttime canvas. Humble prayers float away to the brightening stars; hopeful yellow splashes of color, flung into the…
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Letting Light Lead
I walk the shoreline with osprey chattering and a heron stealthily searching for dinner up ahead, hoping Hunter doesn’t disturb her. The late August sunshine wraps me in warmth, sparking an incandescent joy. Tonight we’re traipsing through high-tide and scrambling over downed trees, but the previous evening, I was far from the shore, in the…
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Let’s All Be A Little Like the Flowers
Flowers fill me. Their beauty and fragrance fill me with peace and joy. So I keep seeking flowers. And oh how I have found them anew this spring, lifting my soul from winter’s clutch to a world again of color, hope, and becoming. I could get technical and talk about the nervous system and how calming they…
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The Bluebells, My Body, and Healing
Nodding to the early morning fisherman, I cross the bridge over Deer Creek to find the well-trod path along the Susquehanna River. Pastels have started to fill the sky, as first light has arrived and I check my phone to count the minutes to sunrise. I mentally run through the years I’ve done this (way…
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Cherry Blossom Beauty and Rebuilding Bridges
Blustery March winds whipped as I wound my way along the path of the old fort on the Patapsco River. A seagull bobbed ahead of me in the water, as I approached the grove of flowering trees – the treasured cherry blossoms. Every year I try to make an annual trek to Fort McHenry National…
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Into the Unknown
2024. A new year is ahead. Twelve months — and 366 days (it’s a leap year!). With the calendar turning to January, it can be a little like stepping into the fog of the unknown… For all of my nature travels and beauty seeking in 2023, I think this moment in the fog on the…
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Hugged by Gilded Hands: The Death of a Tree
Only youtruly know the heaviness you’ve carried,of something decayingthe weight of burdens on your being,every part of you,just waitingto break. Then the crashing,falling,of the limbs that were never yours to carry,a force that can destroy.And when this tree was struck,by bolts of lightning, surely,where were the witnesses?Or perhaps, it was the wind.Not the sweet gentle breeze…
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Surviving the Strenuous Times
I tied my laces, adjusted the straps of my backpack, and breathed in and out, as deep as I could. The Appalachian Trail through the Great Smoky Mountains lay ahead – and as my sister and I started our hike, those little electric bolts of fear darted through me. My body was not feeling as…
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Glimmers of Good
Glimmers are the opposite of a trigger. It’s when you experience something that is peaceful and calming and good, so that the body experiences joy and safety.
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The Music of Spring
There are some days that play their painful memories like a dirge. Thank God for the music of spring to lift the soul and spark hope. Check out my poem, The Music of Spring