Gold Rush by Michele Lee The buzz has begun like bees scouting for nectar no golden honey will be forthcoming it is breathtaking beauty these scouts are after wildflower enthusiasts are exploring the trails and dancing in fields decorated with colorful petals placed there, not by human hands, but by birds and the wind ******* …
Continue reading There’s gold in them thar hills! (photos & audio poems)
You are always there for me; when life gets too heavy, and the burdens too much It is you I can turn to It is you who restores, wholly It is you, I will return to Mother Earth my healer ******** Additional photos added since first published (February 18, 2023). Enjoy the groovy sounds …
The stillness swept over me before I stepped inside. The rush of the city miles behind me. A lone hawk slowly descends in a swooping circle, riding the wind. The scent of desert rain and creosote, I breathe in. The only sound is the crunch of gravel underfoot. I step across the threshold. The rush …
“The glaring light of the desert sun exposed a person's true face. I could no longer run or hide or pretend to be anything other than what I was.” ― Summer Shultz, from Stuck Wide Open https://videopress.com/v/6IkN2hSi?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Sharing nature photos makes me as happy as being in nature. OK, not exactly, but I do enjoy it and …
Take my hand and walk with me along this path of uncertainty. You will point at the spikey thorns and remind me to watch my step. I will point at the sky and together we will linger on a hawk, free falling. We will witness majestic wings spread, effortlessly riding the winds. Silently, we will …
This life is full of stressors that make us want to scream. I sort most of that out during my morning meditation that offers me peace and connection. But how much freer my mind would be if I could disturb the peace and add to my release with an unfiltered scream? How much more centered …
“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.” ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden Enjoy a quick walk through the Sonoran Desert with me. Much to my delight, the mornings have been crisp and cool, and the rains continue to …
The desert does not invite leisurely hand holding or carefree play, or bare feet splashing. Too many things that can poke an eye or peel back the skin. Those walking in the desert must listen, pay close attention, and step with care. No orange or red leaves to kick, crunch, or dive into. No soft …
You scratched me, sometimes bringing blood to the surface. Wrapped in play and imagination, I did not notice. You offered see-through walls, never permanent. We lived in the center of a thorny dream, in a dusty land of make-believe. Ruled by the field's young King and Queen, our tumbling fortress did scatter during sleep. The …
The old man with a rod in his hand, listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival, watched her walk by. Someone to fill his eyes and his time. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to be. Living an afternoon dream. A life his own. No one, but himself, to please. He’s not lonely. He can talk to the fish …
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