You, Sweet Peas...

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You, Sweet Peas,

seduce me with your glorious smell

each morning

drawing me out of the house

onto the deck

to drink your syrupy scent

with deep inhalations

Thanks for getting me outside

into the crisp morning air.

In the middle of a Canadian October

you defy the season

still joyously climbing

climbing

thriving

and making me feel

that summer has yet to depart!

Thank you.

THIS is being alive

Redbird sings
sweet piercing
sunrise salutation

Robins, en masse,
hunt for breakfast

and a school janitor
quietly collects garbage
blown around by the night winds.

After walking,
I sit on a bench
and raise my arms to the sky.

Sitting here typing now,
I look out the window and see
a rainbow!

This
is being alive.

Early Morning Time

This early morning time

chilly and still

is a balm

for my spirit

I hear it

within

breathe in

breathe out

glad to be alive

quite seperate from

physical pains or worries

Some days we are gifted

my spirit and I

with sunrises

joyous

and

beyond

description

mere words are nothing

compared to the slow motion glory

unfurling across the canvas of the sky

When going through old boxes recently

an art journal page popped up

listing changes in my life

that would signify

a miracle had

occurred

near the top was:

waking up naturally before 9am

what was so foreign and impossible-feeling back then

is 'normal' now

The shifting

brought on

by this salt remedy

in my body

is profound

returning me to my balance

reuniting me with

my true flow

and the path to

my spirit home

which has always been within me

though I had lost my way

*note* the 'salt remedy' refers to my treatment with Nat. Mur. as a constitutional homeopathic remedy. 10.5 months of treatment now. Profound changes.

Quiet Evening

quiet
drifting languid evening

napping cats
soft tick of clock

a gentle time of day

Somewhere,
a hawk roosts in the dark.

Squirrels tuck their little paws
into their dried leaf nests.

Raccoons venture out
in hopes of an early snack.

Wisdom of Nature

Doves sitting calmly in the tree
tell me neither falcon nor hawk
are nearby

The wisdom of nature
abounds
even in the city

Watch for it
Listen
Feel
Know

The animals, plants and trees
have not forgotten
the deep, primal truths

This feel to the air tells of snow,
this one of rain or drought.
No clocks are needed to know the 'time'...
the seasons unfold perfectly even in the absence of calendars.
A hundred little signs speak of changes to come.

Be aware.
Tune in.

What is nature saying today?


Gentle wind
grey skies
snow sifting, drifting softly down

A day for burrowing down
into nest or den
for fluffing up feathers
and conserving heat

Bigger flakes now
faster wind

A good time
for a warm drink.