spirit – Rivers Renewed

September Suns

September suns, September rains, bring a quiet to my spirit

the in between of seasons, the glistening of leaves,

a wind unseen moving higher branches

gently going through me,

slowly changing

the oak trees and poplar.

Sacred Space

It is in the quiet of the heart, where peace lives flowing,

where strife is defeated, and breathing

is centered light,

a place, a space

known only by prayers

our mumbles hallowed

and spirits listening,

to the sacred

unseen.

Rocks Falling

Rocks falling shattered into pieces, suddenly a quick moving shadow flickers,

gliding through the trees, and I realized this spirit was tribal

a story of heartbreak and prior glory, never malicious

yet standing her ground, a firm foundation.

I wasn’t afraid, simply nodded

acknowledging the presence,

the smell of wood burning

lingering in the air,

and crow feathers descending

floating through the trees.

A Stream Flowing Over

When my mind is still, my heart can listen, a silent warfare against the noise, the disturbance of a distant wind.

I will never understand the whirlwind, but in the forest there is shelter, a wholeness waiting,

saying, “Here is the way”. A softer tone, a stream flowing over,

and sending me into the far away,

and back again, at the same time,

drifting, and following the light

through the trees,

allowing my heart to listen.

When I am still, I am alive.

Mornings are just a little cooler now in the forest, while green silently fades from the leaves. I can almost grasp the essence of the wind, as tree branches gently sway with sunlight shimmering through the canopy.

And I realize our wholeness is not elusive, or even some deep mystery, simply a return to who we truly are and were always meant to be, each different and yet an important part…. of Earth’s creation.

Spirit beings.

The Earth Still Rejoices

The Earth still rejoices in her children who walk softly,

hopeful,

willing to let go

lifting,

their prayers

to the sky.

Wild and Free — The Trefoil Muse

Beautiful Poetry…..from Nadine

Never allow someone else’s idea of who you are to impede your growth,
Sway uninhibited to the rhythm of your heart and rise,
Even wild flowers on the Badlands let their true colors shine,
The most unique version of yourself is wild and free.
Wild and Free — The Trefoil Muse

Earth Renewal

When the earth is renewed, our spirits are lifted

and the core of our being, the beginning

and the ending of who we are

learns to believe again.

In my poetry and in most of the fiction I write, I focus on new life, an awakening of who we are. And often nature brings healing. I have to admit that when I first started The Survivors series, I didn’t think it would fit into the concept of “renewal” but it does.

The Earth is renewing itself. Nature is providing the stories and the characters with a sense of balance. And the characters are learning to live again. Wounds are beginning to heal.

However, I cannot write fiction here the way I genuinely need to and would like to. Many bloggers have extensive ties to social media and have a limited amount of time for reading a piece of fiction.

With fiction, readership tends to go down, sometimes way down and it always has. Readers look for a beautiful poem, or an inspirational quote they can carry through their day. I get that completely.

I limit the details in each fiction segment to make it short. For instance, when Brie and Grey are sitting by the creek, Grey tosses in some pebbles. He remembers his father teaching him how to skim rocks on the water. In another segment Brie could share she was certified as a Lodge Maker. There’s a deep spiritual significance to that. You haven’t seen these things though, I had to leave them out.

I love writing fiction, but here it is very condensed. This series really needs to be a book. I will end these stories after one more this weekend. The Survivors will be a book!

Wishing you peace.

A Peace Filled Heart

A peace filled heart always becomes a stronger lover,

knowing something about itself, confident

in dedication

to the other.

In the Light Dancing

And in the light dancing on the leaves, I knew then there was never a question of where to find wholeness,

or how the broken heart can mend. The leaves moved gently and the light spoke

as only light can speak. So I closed my eyes

allowing the healing

to begin.

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