The Earth Under My Feet

I did not travel far today to find beauty.

I traveled to Strawberry Creek in search of the deer.

Oh, I know this place like the back of my hand.

I know every path, every creekbed, even the secret paths

that no one else knows how to get to, I know them.

In these photos is the simple beauty of nature in a moment.

The earth waits and offers her gifts to me when I stand still

for a moment and listen and look.

I look up and I see the veil of light.

Today is warm, the deer tracks cross over the path I walk.

I hear the birds as they sing me along my way.

This is my gift today she gives me.

I feel the movement of awakening,

of longer days, roots stretching and

shooting towards the sun.

I look and I see. I listen and I hear.

I reach out and I feel her.

She offers herself today.

a breeze, a bud, the earthy smell of soil,

the dogs that find me on this path,

the mud that pulls me down and

I am stuck for a moment, and that

in itself reminds me to remain grounded.

She is always with me. She offers me this place

where I stand today. 

She is the earth under my feet.

(Mother Earth.)

My joy is sharing these earth wanderings with you, my friends.

Happy Friday.

“The whole world is, to me, very much "alive" - all the little growing things, even the rocks. I can't look at a swell bit of

grass and earth, for instance, without feeling the essential life - the things going on - within them. The same goes for a

mountain, or a bit of the ocean, or a magnificent piece of old wood.”    

 ― Ansel Adams


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