The more places on Earth you see, the more you realize how precious each place actually is. – Mark Weathers
Category Archives: Nature
Wildlife around Denver
Tiny Worlds
Fragile, delicate environs
Worlds unto themselves
Trample or foster?
Pass by or notice?
Step on or elevate?
2017-10-22
It may be cold outside at night and there are most definitely drawbacks to living on the road, but for all the challenges there are just as many perks and new experiences to discover. I love taking a hot shower, yet I am surprised how well am able to cope and get by without that old daily ritual. Many of my habits are stunted and new routines form. My westward horizons are uncharted and still a looming mystery to unfold, while looking back reminds me of the land covered, the towns past and seen. I never knew how easy it would be to leave it all behind. The daily newfound liberty of a nomadic crawl is ever increasingly full of continuous potential. I am ever asking myself what do I want, what do I want now, to do, to eat, to see next. It seems like I’m leaving my old life behind, though I know I carry everything with me. I am who I am because of what lies East. I know how lucky I am and I count my blessings regularly. I give many thanks and share my gratitude.
Channel your inner Mark Weathers a bit and google then visit some of your local libraries and trail-heads. My homes away from home.
Time marches down the streets of our lives
sometimes we fall
and sometimes we get back up
life is crazy sometimes
watch out
Secret gardens hidden fruits
Don’t forget to look down. Stoop down. Look at what you’re about to step on and look over to side at what is not so trodden. What is there?
what magical other place this is? So easily hidden in plain view
And how does this newness you just discovered apply?
How does it affect your imagination and link to your usual perspective?
You fly by, capture a speeding glimpse and are forever changed, if you allow it within yourself. If you are willing to let it open chains of thought, willing to let it somewhere near your heart.
The secrets are there for you to learn and share.
Their rich juices will feed your soul through osmosis.
Here are a few that I’ve found and stolen away…
For a rainy day.
Fruiting bodies
Orbs of edibility
Supporters of other life
We are connected together
Givers and Takers
Of each other
Travelers and homebodies
Floating by and resting for a while
Stop and admire
Take a moment
Give respect
To each other
On this path of life
Dirty V-word
Why is it that speaking about kindness toward animals generates so much backlash and vitriol?
Why is it that we so easily overlook suffering if it is not right in front of our faces?
How can we expect to expect justice and non-violence when we put violence and injustice in our mouths three times a day?
Why are we living in the past when we can be living in the future!? All it takes is starting to live with compassion and awareness for all life on Earth. That’s all. It just means we have to stop causing suffering for others, in order to drastically lessen the suffering of all. Either we end the anthropocentric causation of the Earth’s current mass extinction event, or it ends us. If we can’t be compassionate with each other, we don’t deserve longevity as a species.
The trees are speaking
What whispers will spill,
from between the cracks in the bark?
What creaks and moans,
bends in the wind,
grows tall in the dirt and snow.
Greetings of fruit to bear
shade from the heat during the Summer months,
shade from the Sun’s far reaching rays.
What ways do you grow?
What fruit do you bear?
Who do you cast a shadow upon,
as the sunlight feeds us all…
Withering season
Outside, all alone
the wind howls
your bones chill
the sun wanes
and your leaves shrivel up.
This too shall pass
your roots will spread
you come from a long lineage
of hearty survivors
and bigger fish.
Just don’t forget the little fish
long gone food for naught, not you.
Chewed for thought, spit back out
into the exact place that you can take root and grow
mature into your own adulthood
generate your own budding, scatterable
seeds of thought.
mww – 12-05
