Camping

I drove to the place where the woods still had magic. It was far from the city and far from the traffic of everyday life and everyday places, everyday problems and everyday faces.
I planted a tent where the trees gave way, a beautiful spot where we could lay.
My dog sniffed her best sniffing with great delight and followed a scent with all of her might, she whispered to the squirrel who lived in the tree, come down, please come down, come down and meet me.
My daughter danced her best dance on the stump of a pine tree and the birds watched from a distance these two and me.
A stream tricked by nearly hidden by the trees and fish swam about with no knowledge of me.
I made a little fire circled with stones and we sat in its warmth and told the stories we'd known. The crickets kept watch for the creatures that prowl, silence giving them away into the early wee hours.
When the stories were told and bellies were full we slept under the stars in the arms of the woods.

Friends and Foes

Put not your faith in mans holy endeavors for they are not carried by a power greater than greed.

You are wiser to trust simple rain to bring ones soul relief, as religion serves the powerful far before the powerless, and rain falls indiscriminately to whomever shall hold a bucket.

Wait not simple souls upon the mercy of your brothers, their lands are far and their hearts farther, from the plights of those without.

The Praise of Rain

Rain, you know not the place you hold in the heart of a desert soul.
You are the promise of retreat and renewal, of life and rest.
You are the long awaited savior to desolation's home.
You are the bringer of new beginnings and the force of change.
Come and stay, for none other is more loved.
Come and stay, for none others name is so cherished.
Come and stay Goddess of Rain and bless us with your charity.

It Is What It Is

Long way down, longer way up, so you sit at the edge of your world and wait.
It is hard to be good when your hurting inside, hard to let go of the old ways.
Choices become your history and wear well or heavily on your heart.
We are all alone and we are all lost, some find comfort in it, others distress.
Some become map makers others take the dive, some become climbers , others never try.
But all in the end remember the trip, some with a smile and others with regret.

Somedays life is a quick walk down a short road, other days you count the cracks.

A Beautiful Place

I need to go to a beautiful place that I may remember my name.

Someplace with trees that have seen it all, water that cleans and ripples and falls, and soil that reclaims its bounty.

I need to find balance again, to fill up and to let go, to somehow really know what it is to be at peace in this skin.

When We Fall

I heard a creaking moan beneath my feet, a small running crack made its way across my path. I heard the tear within my heart and my eyes filled with the pain of a thousand years.

Steady as you go, even if its down. Steady as you go its so far down.

I looked for the light house but it was not to be found.

I circled about like a mad dog hoping for enlightenment or a saviors hand.

I resolved to the fact that I was breaking despite all of my best intentions.

There teetering on the edge, I wait for a breeze.

And this is how it feels when we fall.