Aspen and alder are yet my kin.
As so are rose, nemesia and sage.
With me always as I journey
With me always in my home.
Matters not where I am bound
Matters less which road I?ve taken
Because wherever I go
I am connected to hearth and home
And held within nature’s abundant beauty.
Solitary for a moment
As my path takes its next turn
I release the urge to resist.
Instead I find within my road
Protected by my guardians
Of plant, animal, earth and sky
With me always as I fly.
A lot of my writing just comes in the moment. I feel an urge rise to put pen to paper. No outline. Not much forethought. Out the words come, all on their own. For me its always an act of mindfulness. A mindful moment.
My Kin of Home is an example when those mindful moments come in the form of poetry. Here are more of the poems that I have penned.