The long way home is through
The field that yearns, meanders
Under the Woodland alive, burns
alone, patient, wild.
With the call of the nightjar, dusk
Melts to twilight, crickets quiet
Yet cacophonous, introverted
divulged to the earth.
I rest in silence, silhouette
Along my shadow, paleo-granite
Imbricate, soft brunette soil
sex, aroma, sweat.
I surrender to the night, moon
Lights a path through bunchgrass
Textured and crosshatched, lapped
The path I came
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I’m back for Christmas season! To celebrate I am giving away this pendant made with Western Hemlock bark that I collected myself here in Northern, BC. 🏔
I have made a new website to feature my new store, “Coral Forest” and my stitching. Check it out! Link in description. 💕
Reminder! The OMS fall show is coming! I'll be there, @leah_mycelia will be there, @fungi_lighting will be there ✌🏼
$5 Adults, $3 Seniors/Students, Free for OMS members and children under 12
October 29th: 12:00-5:00 at the World Forestry Center, Portland, Oregon
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour."
Auguries of Innocence, William Blake
I haven't cracked the secret behind holding infinity in the palm of a hand. To be honest, most days I have trouble holding onto a full cup of tea without sloshing it around in multiple directions.
Choosing to look within an object as miniscule as grain of sand and finding an entire world is a fascinating concept. We live in an age where headlines are often so noisy it is difficult to hear someone yell, let alone speak. It may be harder still to pause and reflect on positive moments amidst so much chaos.
When I stepped outside this evening, time stood still. Not for long but, strange as it sounds, as long as I allowed it.
The Prairie owns the sky and, in taking a second to appreciate the details of its hue, I felt peace. I may have held eternity in an hour too.