Seeping through The ground's hard crust, Breaking apart stone, Bringing moisture and life. Rolling by On the Wind's breath, Across the Plain's back, Cleansing everything everywhere. Dripping down To fill the lakes, Washing the river beds, Showering all growing things.
Just before you drift off to sleep, you dream. Hovering just on the edge of reality. Where up can be down, Solid can be air, Colors blur together into a beautiful creations. These dreams are fluid and vibrant and captivating. So much potential just teetering on that fine line. And then you sleep.
There are some times when I read or hear someone say a really fancy word and I absolutely love it! It sounds super pretty and makes it seem so much more than what it really is. I'm guilty of using words that are definitely not in the standard vernacular. (Like right there. Who still uses … Continue reading Embellishing Your Words
From and in the world We must stay. To the sky Will be our way one day. You gave us life Created each to his own. Breathed into each of us Our life you have sown. That place so great Yet no longer found Our sin removed people Now sin we are forever bound. With … Continue reading Pursue The Path
Felt a bit nostalgic today after I found this photo of my sisters and me when we were really young. So decided to write a piece about those simpler times. I know things are so different now that we can't easily go back to the way I grew up, but it is always a nice … Continue reading There Once Was
How can the sun shine? A glorious sight to behold. Yet no one may look at her for fear of her wonderful power. And yet, she holds her light so proudly. Coming around when she is needed, just to be ignored once more. We see not her beauty, but her reflection off the very things … Continue reading Our Sun and Moon
I was able to spend some days up in the mountains and I fell in love with the way the woods seemed to always be alive with some kind of sound. I know, living things are always there and making noises, but sometimes living around so many people you forget how peaceful it is to … Continue reading The Secret Melody
Ever listen to that one frog somewhere out by the water that is croaking so loud and being annoying? We had a frog that lived by the small pond at my house and that little guy was so loud! We knew he was the only one out there too, so all the noises he made … Continue reading Moonlight Song
To Write By putting ink to a page, a life has started. The words are given bodies. Thoughts are breathing at last. Sentences are aging and growing with every mark. Then the collection becomes a thing with power. A strong, beautiful Thing. We like to think the power is ours, since we gave it this … Continue reading To Write
Here is another personal writing I did years ago. I know it is cliché to write about trees and their connections to everything. However, they are just beautiful and inspiring thing to work into pieces. My Life Tree My roots are deep Buried with Love and Hardship Growing at the perfect rate Living life while … Continue reading My Life Tree