Crows have picked all sanctimonious bones from my husk, so over the hill
Doubts hurl about in the frenzy of drafty April’s afternoon
Theologians with their vestments of velvet billowing from the tundras
could never let their fibers flounder in the stance of this jubilee
This epiphany defies sectarian gospel
So much so, any shallow impetus…neither could not or would not, draw a rebirth improvisation from established misery
A sense of victory weaves as poetic vines in circles around the lies once fed
The earth does not grow beneath a prostrate bed
There had been a moment, moons ago. A fraction of time between the anarchy and cluttered lawlessness. Miles from anyway. Deep down a dirt road. I ran. I knew flight had been my only way out. That flight led me to the forest. No longer did I hide. I could search my soul. I could become acutely aware of all that surrounds me. The forest became a nurturer and protector.
Go to a Forest.
Walk slowly. Breathe.
Open all your senses.
This is the healing way of Shinrin-yoku Forest Therapy,
the medicine of simply being in the forest.
…many trees give off organic compounds that support our “NK” (natural killer) cells that are part of our immune system’s way of fighting cancer.
Just as impressive are the results that we are experiencing as we make this part of our regular practice:
- Boosted immune system functioning, with an increase in the count of the body’s Natural Killer (NK) cells.
- Reduced blood pressure
- Reduced stress
- Improved mood
- Increased ability to focus, even in children with ADHD
- Accelerated recovery from surgery or illness
- Increased energy level
- Improved sleep
- Deeper and clearer intuition
- Increased flow of energy
- Increased capacity to communicate with the land and its species
- Increased flow of eros/life force
- Deepening of friendships
- Overall increase in sense of happiness
Hanging head low.
Such as a bully bull and a retiring bovine would.
Oh, if I could only be…
As lax, as relax can be.
Faults in the pavement…could they be any less obtuse?
Subtracting and murky with no roots to withstand the decay.
Unfortunately, I am not four-legged and constantly at ease with my indifference.
I lack luster amid the earth that surrounds.
In a calf’s eyes from what can be deduced…
Ambivalence, the grandest prize.
If only to witness the reflection of clouds in puddles passing by.
Mine is a patchwork by design…
somewhat disabling when first found out.
Chapped by the elements.
Poignant and blunt when kind.
I do not own the craggy roads…
hold what I conceive.
Hiding my disillusionment in every frost heave…
to avoid all the cracks.
A man saw a snake being burnngg to death and decided to take out of the fire. When he did, the snake bit him causing excruciating pain. The man dropped the snake, and the reptile fell right back into the fire.
So, the man grabbed a metal pole, took the snake out of the fire and saved his life.
Someone who was watching, approached the man and said,
“That snake bit you. Why are you still trying to save it?”
The man replied, “The nature of the snake is to bite, but that is not gonna change my nature…which is to help!”
Do not change your nature simply because someone harms you. Do not lose your good heart…only learn to take precautions.