Autumn Whispers

The morning air whispers strongly of Autumn in my lungs. The Great impending Fall of all we no longer need. The return of moisture for the gift of breathing deeply, to smell the aromas of culminating soil and seeds, preparing for a grand sleep. The scents of raindrops caressing petals of plants who surrender their … More Autumn Whispers

Tree Affinity

To be kin with the trees is to let their roots become your veins. Their branch­es, your limbs. Their leaves, your lungs.  Their waters, your blood. The jungle air is moist on your skin, and you drink it in, every pore enlivened and awake, informed by all that lives. The sun is a gift your … More Tree Affinity