I am not alone The world is encased in white I wonder where the snow ends and I begin? Winter * Fir trees, how they hold the white weight on their shaggy boughs Not a breath of wind this day The day after the storm On the straight great and small trunks of the tall,…
The desert Vegetation adapted to defend reeking of boundaries and protection Tarantulas Scorpions White egrets and doves Whales breaching The vultures effortless soaring Crescent moon Fiery Mars The desert teaches humility Earth is the medicine we need Now Protect Her 🐳 Love!
I forgive Me You We Seeing a change in myself I witness a change in you 🪹
Mysteries dwell in the pond deep and murky Unknown 🍃 Sundown paints the scene in lengthening shadows Darkness 🍃 Seamlessly noise ceases gloom begets the quiet Wonder 🍃 Trust where the light has gone twilight in the frog pond Surrender. 🍃 Acrylic creation @mymedicineislove. To gain the higher perspective, we must go deep into the…
What if... The citizens of a country declaring war on another country(ies) rose up and said no to the regime? What if the soldiers enlisted in the attacking country followed suit and rose up and said no to the regime? What if propaganda was arrested? What if we pray for this? What if we visualize…
✨ “Who are you today?” she asks me. ✨ As I sit, sipping peppermint tea. I ponder Who am I? Why in this moment I am contented happy hinting to blissful even. A smug smile hints at the corners of my mouth. I am a yogi sitting smiling in this moment amid the hustle and…
Being compassionate Listening with no judgement Allows my heart to connect and communicate with you the truth The truth is we all suffer and desire to be heard and recognized When I breathe into the truth of suffering as a human The truth is love. In this moment of silencing my mind I hear you…
Thirty-One Moons, Poetry from Earth, has landed and is available to purchase online at global on-line publication retailers. This sacred body of creativity is a portal to the invisible realms we inhabit in every moment when we open ourselves up — mind body and soul — to the wisdom of the ages, the natural sages…
The breeze teases and whips the leaves into a frenzied fall of grace! Mother Earth’s great bosom is afire with torches of crimson, scarlet, burnt umber, and gold. The fir needles rust on branches in preparation for the lean months of lessening sunshine. I notice what is not needed for their winter coat is cast-off…
I am grateful for joy, for God the Creator, the Good and Fruitful Mother Earth, for art, for transcendent bliss. I am grateful for the sun, the moon, stars and galaxies. For kindness and compassion, grace and fortitude. Lace and velvet, cotton and linen, dresses and feeling pretty. Solitude and peace, dance and faith. Purity…
My Medicine is Love 