Sleeping In The Forest

I thought the earth remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts,

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

~ Emily Brontë

Energy moves in cycles, circles, spirals, vortexes, whirls, pulsations, waves, and rhythms — rarely if ever in simple straight lines. ~ Starhawk.

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.”
~ Robert Frost.

I am light and unburdened as these cords disintegrate forever.

Visiting the historic Roedde House Museum in Vancouver, BC.

“To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.”
~ William Blake.

Versailles Ceiling. France.

Visiting the historic Roedde House Museum. Vancouver, BC.

Croyden Minster. London, UK.

Versailles Gardens. France.

Dear Dead Days by Charles Addams. First published in 1959.

Visiting the historic Roedde House Museum. Vancouver, BC.

“Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this side of the river. But those who when they know the law follow the path of the law, they shall reach the other shore and go beyond the realm of death.”
~ Horace.

Crypts. Père Lachaise Cemetery. Paris, France.

Animals: Art, Science and Sound exhibit at the British Library. London, UK.

Barking Abbey. London, UK.