On Nature

How is that a tree can stir my soul, so?Yet, set amongst the Douglas firs –an orchestra of giants, the reassuranceof green towering and proud – the musicof my soul is nothing less than symphonic. How is that the sky can speak to me?No words to convey its vastness, yetit breathes new life into empty […]

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Vancouver Island

Is it the robin whose morning song so sharp and crisp awakens me in this enchanted place, or the warble of Juncos whose hooded faces delight as they forage between the dried, curled aftermath of a cold Winter, now pushed aside by new life sprouting? The absence of raindrops on tin roof offers promise that […]

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Moss

The past clings, like moss, nurtured by tears unshed, like sap untapped, warps minds, sense of self, craves perceptional shift – a vernal appreciation for the grandeur of our contours, brilliance of wisdom garnered through strife – the undeniable elegance of lush green moss. (Photo from personal collection: rainforest on Vancouver Island.)

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Contentment

To stroll amongst giants – straight-backed arrows whose green bows aim skyward – a directional pull so uplifting that earthly matters diminish – this is contentment.

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Blurring Blogging Lines

“Morrell Nature Sanctuary” is a poem I wrote for the Story Circle Network’s poetry writing group.  It is also my post today for my other blog (non-poetry, mostly non-fiction), One Woman’s Quest II. If interested, check it out. Just curious:  Did you even know I had a second blog? Have a good day!

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Vancouver Island

Is it the robins, whose morning song, so sharp and crisp awakens me in this enchanted place or the warble of Juncos, whose hooded black faces delight me as they forage between the dried, curled aftermath of a cold winter, now pushed aside by new life sprouting.  The absence of rain drops on tin roof […]

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