Posted on November 14, 2011Pine Grove This is the spot to rest on the plush pine needle carpet, listen to the song of the leaves and the river and hear the wisdom of your own heart.
Posted on November 13, 2011November 14, 2011Center The pines encircle the most ancient one who has lost her needles but not her magnificence. Sacred is the center.
Posted on November 12, 2011November 12, 2011Swarm Like a swarm of bees looking for their hive yellow leaves flutter and buzz in the breeze.
Posted on November 11, 2011Passing In late fall fragile leaves delicately adorn the trees, their transient nature intensifying their beauty.
Posted on November 10, 2011Needles and Bark Tiny needles and a massive trunk are balanced in the pine, perfect counterparts.
Posted on November 9, 2011Emerald Table The emerald table is a sacred place where the forest kin celebrate harvest.
Posted on November 8, 2011November 16, 2011Autumn Tracks Clickity clack away rode summer. The whisper and crunch of leaves is the sound of Fall’s journey.
Posted on November 7, 2011Other Views This is how a bee sees pine needles and moss. Energy has color.
Posted on November 5, 2011Chipmunk Stillness is my shield as I hide behind a stem. Are you foe or friend?
Posted on November 4, 2011Broken Taken down by the wind now the the mighty pine nourishes the river bank and bottom. So goes the cycle of life.
Posted on November 3, 2011Stump The stump of an oak grows a miniature forest, a mountain with moss trees for insects to scale.
Posted on October 31, 2011Witch’s Hat Witches pick their hats from the ground in preparation for their ride on branch and pine needle brooms across the Halloween moon.
Posted on October 28, 2011Milk Weed Seeds of generosity fly away on Santa’s whiskers before the first snow falls.
Posted on October 27, 2011Pumpkin Scar Gourds wear their own tattoos. This is the symbol for courage.
Posted on October 26, 2011Water Fall A slide of green velvet moss, a plush pile carpet of leaves, water carbonated with laughter – this is the spot where the fairies play.
Posted on October 24, 2011Cone Flowers Gone are the purple petal skirts and crowns of gold but your beauty and grace remain and will be scattered by the wind.
Posted on October 23, 2011October 24, 2011Trail In the solitude you are not alone. The trail is marked.
Posted on October 21, 2011Surface of Sound The laughter and song of the brook are part of the mountain’s music. This is the surface of sound.
Posted on October 20, 2011Limbs and Leaves A knot of limbs. A web of leaves. The forest is a tapestry.
Posted on October 19, 2011Flame The fireworks of fall celebrate color in all of its intensity and delicacy.
Posted on October 18, 2011Waiting At the edge of a mountain of color the Christmas trees wait for their season.
Posted on October 17, 2011Survivor The flood waters ate away your soil, but still you remain, standing tall; your root ball defying gravity.