Sitting Quietly

Sitting quietly

by Nature’s side…

mind mending soul 

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body lifting spirit.

It rises

it spins

it dances.

No one to teach

no one to show

just my heart and my soul


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Beneath my feet

deep in the soil

layers of ancient history lay-

reminding me

to remember something

something important


No words

no rhyme

no time to describe…

Life is in the simple things.

Earth in my hands

Fire at my feet

Water in my blood

Now I can breathe…

We are ancient beings 

The Movement

Let’s touch base with the “New Age”, “Spiritual”- or whatever you want to call it- movment. It’s been a while since I’ve talked about it, and I just returned from Venus, so something’s bound to be new. What’s new, is that I now simply call any of this, “The Journey.”

What exactly does this journey entail you ask? Well, anything that reflects life; being fully alive; sacrificing our wants, to truly learn our needs; opening the heart to the unknown with full trust to the universal flow. The Journey is about self discovery; and it is continuous. It is, in simple terms, living honestly.

Look out your doorstep, see the gridded roads; see the way we demand control over our environment. Sit behind the driver’s wheel, see how you believe you are stronger than nature. Walk, notice the way the rubber on your shoes gives you super-human powers. Remember, what it was like when you were a child, always kicking your boots off so you could feel the air, feel the earth. You were in heaven when you were two, and you thought you were god at twelve.

For those of us who travel, oh how we appear impulsive, adventurous, crazy… reality is, we are remembering what it was like to travel as if we were two years old. We are remembering what it was like to see the world for the first time, and to realize how big it truly is. We remember how little control we have; only, we are grown up now, and our hissy fits are solely in being accepted for what we truly are.

What we are, is human. What’s different? We are learning to deal with the buzzing world, it’s new to us. We are learning to see past the flashing lights, remembering we have dexterity in the toes, and in our fingertips. We are learning what it’s like to use them; suddenly we have super-human powers shut out by cars that drive too fast. What do we do? And an inner panic kicks in…

The journey is about discovering the vehicle we’ve had since birth. It is about learning what our bodies are capable of, how energy is exchanged, and what sort of information we are capable of “picking up”. We are, essentially, starting anew. We are choosing friends carefully, searching, for the ones who will understand our “mad” ways. We are different, and yet we are the same. How do we explain that?

The Animal That You Are

I’ve been gift three birds to see
playing games we don’t know
in our human mentality.

Allow animals to be our guides, and we can teach love to the world.
Allow animals to be our guides, and we can teach love to the world

Flying higher every day;
see them work
in synchronicity.
Watch them move
read them like a book
feel the closeness
to you and me.

Feel the toes
spread them wide.
Touch the Earth
with your finger tips.
Breathe naturally.

Allow the mind to wander
wherever it will.
Listen close
see the puzzle of your world.

Life is not in the rhyme
but in the hum
of three little birds.
So step outside
find yourself
observing the universe;
create, listen, touch
feel, taste, and hear.
Without critique
or judgement
be the animal that you are.

The River

The river runs deep. It pulses through my veins; quiet as a creek; loud as the planes. Stones remind me where I came from, as the outter world-planes and trains and cars- try to call me home. A touch of heaven early on, as we fly, high off the ground, speeding fast on the roads below.

Ash meditate

What about life I ask? What about here and now? Where are we running to? What are we running from?

We have this breath– a quiet moment- if we should so choose. Will this be heaven too? Or will our time come, to share our wisdom, as angel’s of the heavens? Like time travelling people.

Oh how busy it would be, if we were to answer every call. Instead, I plead the Earth to play God, since she is all we know. And patiently I wait, for the rest to unfold.

Warrior People

Nurses are nursing the Warrior People.

Warriors for the medicine of unknown Truth.


Let the brain sort

sort through the dark

Search for the truth

                                                                  in the medicine walk.


Match the dancer           

with the human mindBuilding Bridges

the body knows

the silver lining.

Planters are planting

seeds of thought

instilling the rightness

in the human heart.

Aidan at homeTime is unknown

to the ones

who operate on the sun.

Confusion needs nurses

 outside the hospital zone.

Nelson knows

the ring of the land,

it is my proper

hospital hands.

The powered clock

as simple as a wrist watch

keeps us in time

the cheques on the line.