mountains – Rivers Renewed

Mountain Morning

It was sunny and crisp in the mountains this morning,

in the sacred silence,

I found a way

to walk softly

upon the Earth.

Climbing the Mountain

It is in the struggle of climbing we are strengthened,

and we will finally know our wings

when we carry a heart willing,

to trust again.

Sunlight Danced

Playfully, the crisp autumn air spun

through the forest,

as sunlight danced

on the maple leaves.

Seeking the Mountains

Loving peace, we often seek the mountains,

the perfect blend

of earth and blue sky,

not hearing the angels,

yet we become grounded

and hopeful,

finding the strength

to believe again.

Mountain Song

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As he stood there in his mountain song, he remembered the prayers of the fathers, the voices of his mothers uplifted,

and he knew his strength was not of this world, it was his spirit, it was always his spirit that gave him strength……

he closed his eyes then, taking in visions of the never ending river, listening to the comfort….

of the wind.

The Sacred Feather

100_1051 It wasn’t until he was near the top of the ridge that he distinctly heard a set of wings, it was unmistakable…

so he looked up into the brightness of the sun. He saw nothing…but felt the presence of wings.

Was it an eagle’s spirit, or an angel? He couldn’t tell. And then one single white feather, tinged with grey came floating down,

landing on his shoulder, and for some reason he felt….well protected. Then he remembered,

that feathers could be held as sacred…..he carried that feather in his hand to the top of the mountain,

then he closed his eyes, whispering a prayer. He didn’t know it then, but a very large shadow of wings covered him……

so completely.

Seeking that Place

20160418_122232 Bluejays sang their most sacred songs in the highest branches of the tallest trees,

while the blue sky shifted and white clouds followed that rugged trail,

he ascended, heart full of burdens seeking that place, that place where God lived, or least

it seemed that way, to the top… on the largest of rocks, where everything could be seen,

that special place of a calmness where violence was always rejected, and light….could be tangibly felt.

In the Mountains

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I found wordflow in the mountains,

healing for body,

and soul.

Hiking boots, and camera.

Note: I’m on a one day break today. See you very soon!

Solitude

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I may not get to the mountain top today,

or walk in the tall grass

but I can surround myself

with the woods, seeking light,

or walk by the lake,

pause on a rock watching

the ducks gently paddle,

as I close my eyes,

breathing deep.

Note: I like many of you, feel a need to have an inner quiet, a time to reassess and pull back.

I know I always work too hard, post too often. And everytime I say I’m taking a break, it doesn’t happen for long. It’s who I am I guess.

One way I have made time though, is by sharing from my archives. So I’ll do that for awhile, and post less often.

My priorities are to take care of my wife, and my own health.

I’ll also be spending even more time outside (yay!), learning more yoga, exercising, and reading.

I love reading paranormal spy thriller novels, and poetry. My favorite poets right now are Rupi Kaur and Courtney Peppernell.

Thank you for reading!

The Sacred Moves Within Us

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Did you know the sacred moves within us?

shifting our vision, moving

our hearts,

as if ancient mountains

restored us, to the people

we really should be.

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