I see the Universe in small things.

When days sit wild outside my door
and I am longing for the rush of melting snow.
Birdsong abundant,
the smell of wet earth
soft beneath my feet.

We bound out the door,

sunshine gleams in my hair.

Furry paws stepping carelessly on path, rock, twig, mud...

I am wild with delight.

Fresh air fills my lungs,

fills my soul.

I stop every so often to look up.

I listen,

I feel ,

I smell.

I take it all in.

And every so often I see the universe in the small things.

A decaying leaf,

constellations mapped out with twigs on the forest floor,

starlight smattered across tree bark with moss + lichen.

These are good days.

These are holy days.

I am whole.

Saltwater for Blood

Are you a mountain person

or an ocean person?

Sea sprite or wood nymph?

Do you need the calm + quiet of the forest and the protection of tree giants? Or does your spirit require salt on your skin + sand between your toes?

Do you crave elevation?

To take deep + pure breaths.

Or feel the need to climb up + touch the ever-loving sky?

Does your heart sync into an ever constant rhythm with the waves under its full moon commands?

Pushed + pulled by the ebbing energy sent magnetically to earth by Luna?

Or are you like me, do you need both to feel complete?

Like you have saltwater for blood, stars in your eyes + inhale thin mountain air just to be able to be?