Nature
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My Wilderness
we say wilderness like it’s a dirty word as if purity is something to fear untouched by society and progress wild, yes, but necessary complicated, yes, but simple a dangerous beauty to embrace and yet we are terrified by: cold, heat, hunger, weakness, work the very things that make us fantastically alive yet we want Continue reading
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What We’re In The Middle Of
sometimes we miss things the most when we’re right in the middle of them we could be swimming in the most beautiful waters and we can’t see the size of the ocean only that we’re paddling for dear life it’s no secret why we’re sinking we want so desperately to enjoy the moment we forget Continue reading
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However Small the Source
however small the source of the sound of running water it is enormous in my soul I can’t tell you how the scent of damp leaves make tears leak only that I need to be in nature like breathing and You this is where I most clearly see Your name written etched in the Continue reading
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This Morning’s Analysis
I came to the conclusion while walking today that the amount of effortlessly formed words is directly linked to the amount of time spent under tall trees allowing their safe branches to shelter me I discovered the desire to create is fueled by the smells of green and growth and staying indoors is Continue reading
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The Madness Of Celebrating Death
I walk, as I do, before the sun goes to bed it happens early these days despite it being hot enough to sweat I sit on a hill facing some trees I pick up a leaf dead and nearly colorless and crinkle it in my fingers I laugh for no reason other than life being Continue reading
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Where Glory Comes From
deep in the forest where eyes don’t see moss grows out of logs life out of death entire civilizations of insects go about their day leaves live full lives floating downward onto glass lakes and I’ll never stop trying to give them voices, the white foam of water singing recklessly an ancient song of where Continue reading
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The Tree Of Life
I saw The Tree of Life twice, and it really affected me. I’ve been wanting to write about it, but it’s been a little intimidating. I really am not sure to begin. I am not a film critic at all, so I am not going to critique it or tell you anything about Continue reading
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Both a War Ballad and Lullaby
Drops of water jump from heaven singing as they hit every object below They each play their own tune melding into a odd orchestra bringing sky and earth together connecting atmosphere with underground and I, stuck watching,waiting in this in between place listen and hear the lyrics, clearly: this is a place of darkness, light Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 