“You and I are essentially infinite choice-makers. In every moment of our existence, we are in that field of all possibilities where we have access to an infinity of choices. ” -Deepak Chopra I’m increasing my workload, so now I’m wiped! I’m glad that today I was able to be more productive than I haveContinue reading “I Chose Peace Today”
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Happy Winter Solstice
“It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.” — John Burroughs According to History.com, the winter solstice is the shortest day and longest night of the year. In 2024, in the Northern Hemisphere, it takes placeContinue reading “Happy Winter Solstice”
Doors
Wind chimes dance before the storm Rain drums the bins It’s a show put on by nature A comforting display that soothes me into lala land Like nature We should ignite our talents using what’s right in front of us -Saschia
Her
She loves the sunsets Something she told me today The colors she mentioned Were red white and blue I said it reminded me of orange creamsicle She mentioned ice cream Which makes perfect sense Then we turned the corner And she said just one more time “I think sunsets are beautiful” This is one ofContinue reading “Her”
Rose Roots
Roses dug around the root May not bloom again But placed in the care of a skilled planter Its chances of flowering increase -saschia
It’s All History
The twigs snap and the leaves crackle beneath me This is where I recharge and reboot I don’t always wish to be there but it’s where I end up Beneath the breathing branches and budding leaves -Saschia Johnson Don’t stop here keep reading… Returning
Farm Land
A farm land churned and over cropped Fruits of labor plucked year to year I have no regrets I’ve fed and nurtured new life I’ve cradled vulnerable seedlings not yet ready for the rays of light that brighten and burn Tucked away silent inside warm dark loved A symbolic womb with a pulse pulse pulseContinue reading “Farm Land”
Painting Nature
Gold paint was left unopened beneath the microwave Butter knife around the edges to release the magic What shall I paint? To My dismay the purple roses I planted for my grandmother have turned pink do they no longer honor her Will they bloom again this spring? Passed the roses are dandelions passed the dandelionsContinue reading “Painting Nature”
Forest Baby
Branches slap her skin She runs through the place Like it’s her own She’s lost but she just keeps going Webs tickle her nose And a thousand baby spiders crawl under her clothes She’s a forest baby This is her home -Saschia Johnson Been working on editing my collection of poetry and figuring outContinue reading “Forest Baby”
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