Still water easily reflects a dimly lit sky brushed with soft clouds, partial sapphire.
In stillness we are able to see what we are reflecting. We know the totality of the as above, and can then fully express the so below.
So below
Author Archives: Grounded Wisdom
Tween
Bed of frozen leaves insulating the trail, making cautious footing. Sunlight warm enough to awaken warrior insects whose tribes still slumber.
Forest bed warm and wet, moss still inviting.
Summit snow and wind blowing dagger ice chunks from trees.
Peanut butter and jelly sandwich on cold rocks in the warm sun.
The tween season can be challenging, but like everything else in life you have a good chance of succeeding if you prepare yourself, think about layers, and appreciate what you have.
Solitary
A bird
Ahhhh to be a bird sitting on a maple branch exploding with red and orange. Only a song from another tree branch could pull me away. 🙂
Barry
Barry gave up trying to make sense of the newest version of software. Like his co-workers, he hated to call IT for assistance because he knew that they would be able to fix his issues immediately, and he just couldn’t stand looking like an idiot again. Instead, he opted for the method of just pushing different keys until something different happened. This of course led to clicking more options until something happened, and, well, he called IT.
Bones
Roots entwined, hardened and raised as bones from a skeleton left, not remembered and drying. The trail calling to step high and look down, no gazing at filtered sunlight, gentle fluttering leaves or hurried chipmunk.
Sometimes life’s gift is a hard lesson that causes you to focus in order not to misstep and fall, but the beauty in that is that you focus.
Woodshed
road
It should be beautiful
Shafts of light against mature bark, brown and warm. Red and yellow curved edges happily floating on a clear gentle stream. Soil dusty and tamped down from satisfied hikers.
It should be beautiful but for some it’s not. It is shafts of low light bringing another day to an end and all that has changed is the day. Red and yellow curved edges that will soon brown and freeze solid in place, another moment without result. Soil dusty as air out of hopeful breaths that life will be different and it isn’t. It’s the same. The desire but not the outcome.
The pandemic has touched everyone. It is oddly fascinating that everything has changed but it’s still the same. And I fear another year ending, another holiday season approaching, another day full of change without outcome.
Path
I walk slowly having made it to the top. My breath slows and returns to normal and I am grateful that this moment brings me peace in the clouds and mist, because the path that I am on honors my true self.
Grounded Wisdom 