I crawl through a fence, an old habit that I haven't yet kicked of needing to explore the boundaries, and follow coyote tracks across fields to the edge of dense far-away woods.
As I make my way across the barren, ice-dusted praire grasses.....
I NOTICE
this leaf
like me
so many colors
parts alive next to parts dead
sitting beautiful
in an imperfect way
letting the snow melt
this tree
like me
branches bare today
stripped of decoration
the shape of
what was
what is
and what tomorrow
will be
this post
like me
wrapped in barbs
sometimes
old and new
rusty-sharp
piercing those close
this pretty weed
in seed
like me
transforming, shedding
readying for winter
and spring
photos©Melody Armstong
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ReplyDeleteThis entry was very raw of your courageous soul. I am so happy for you to release this is in walks, words and wonderful photographs. Bravo, Brave Soul.
Your entry on being the giver and receiver was so painfully like many choices I made to refuse help because I was convinced it would prove I was not ok. Thanks for sharing the memory and the lesson.
hey girlie - I actually thought of you as I wrote the giving/receiving piece. See, you're not the only one that struggles to receive. :)
ReplyDeleteSo.....I receive your words and love. :) Thanks for posting and hope we can do a walk together one day soon. thou.