waves of pandemic.

When I come to the edge of one ending I often realize that I’m teetering on the verge of a new beginning. The crashing of waves remind me of this: one breaks whilst another one forms slightly behind it. Coming from the horizon, rolling to the shore, and then back out again into the magical…

nature roars.

and in the morningbefore her risingthe sun resteda slow lingerbeyond the greywhere down belowwaves crashed againsta naked shorein a silent worldwhere hope gentlyrustled awaketo embracea new seasonthe blooming springwhere nature roarsand the whispersof fearare swept away.🌿These words came to me yesterday morning while out for my morning walk. The world before 8am doesn’t feel any…

wander alone.

noise surrounds us. most of it static. infused confusion by the chaos of the mad beat hustle. but here in the conservation of nature i’m able to lay within my thoughts. space to contemplate. freedom to listen to a conversation with myself. to rant and ramble; ponder and philosophize. to speak a nonsensical tangent that…

aunt gladys.

she’s a piece of nature that gladys.  she lures you in with her sassy cat trail, seduces you with her serene view of the world and then slices you down with her hairpin hills. her name is aunt gladys and she’ll send you and your comfort levels out of bounds. a beginner skier i don’t…