Aspiring writer, photographer, E-500 yoga teacher, intuitive empath and wild nature witch, INFP, nature lover, dragonfly whisperer, ally 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️, BLM, indigenous rights, liberal af
and the last river is polluted;
when to breathe the air is sickening,
you will realize, too late,
that wealth is not in bank
accounts and that you can't eat money.
~Alanis Obomsawin
#earthdayeveryday #naturelover #protectnationalparks
and the last river is polluted;
when to breathe the air is sickening,
you will realize, too late,
that wealth is not in bank
accounts and that you can't eat money.
~Alanis Obomsawin
#earthdayeveryday #naturelover #protectnationalparks
#resistance
#resistance
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Hiking Knockma Hill, I came upon this gorgeous ancient tree with a tiny fairy door. Naturally, as one does, I left a small gift of berries in the crook of the trunk. 🧚♀️✨🇮🇪
Hiking Knockma Hill, I came upon this gorgeous ancient tree with a tiny fairy door. Naturally, as one does, I left a small gift of berries in the crook of the trunk. 🧚♀️✨🇮🇪
Art: The Witch by Liga Klavina-Raiska
#bloodmoon #totallunareclipse
Art: The Witch by Liga Klavina-Raiska
#bloodmoon #totallunareclipse
Plymouth, MA
Plymouth, MA
and Mother Moon
and stars scattered
‘cross the sky
Of Earth below
tucked deep in snow
fresh fallen, cold and white
#nightphotography #naturepoetry
and Mother Moon
and stars scattered
‘cross the sky
Of Earth below
tucked deep in snow
fresh fallen, cold and white
#nightphotography #naturepoetry
May you find warmth and light in the hearth of home, peace and comfort in the hearts of those you love. ✨❄️🕯️🌲
Art by: Liga Klavina-Raiska
May you find warmth and light in the hearth of home, peace and comfort in the hearts of those you love. ✨❄️🕯️🌲
Art by: Liga Klavina-Raiska
Art by Brigit Anna McNeill
Art by Brigit Anna McNeill
on His scorching rise
searing
tearing at black-bleak sky
ball of fire above
setting below ablaze
shot through gunmetal gray piercing the endless haze
that surrounds
envelops
near suffocates
the long-shrouded cityscape
(Photo from my early morning flight on approach into Newark, NJ)
on His scorching rise
searing
tearing at black-bleak sky
ball of fire above
setting below ablaze
shot through gunmetal gray piercing the endless haze
that surrounds
envelops
near suffocates
the long-shrouded cityscape
(Photo from my early morning flight on approach into Newark, NJ)
#turkeydayeve
#turkeydayeve
Met this cutie last weekend at Boston Common & Public Garden.
Met this cutie last weekend at Boston Common & Public Garden.
Still weaving her magic.
What a legend! ✨🌙🖤🖤🖤
Still weaving her magic.
What a legend! ✨🌙🖤🖤🖤
has decided,
on a whim perhaps
and for this moment,
to gather up the sparkles
and cast them all like tiny fallen stars before her as she stands at edge of the flooded shoreline.
has decided,
on a whim perhaps
and for this moment,
to gather up the sparkles
and cast them all like tiny fallen stars before her as she stands at edge of the flooded shoreline.
rushing over rocks below
its splashing spray
suspended above
the river’s freezing flow
caught mid-air
in Winter’s grip
whose icy fingers
fashion and form
shapes and spheres
and cicles luminous
rushing over rocks below
its splashing spray
suspended above
the river’s freezing flow
caught mid-air
in Winter’s grip
whose icy fingers
fashion and form
shapes and spheres
and cicles luminous
to wonder
noting the warp & weave
of the wood
the twist & bend of branches
their brittle cold limbs, still bare
reach high
to a whitewashed sky
& sway & creak
with Winter’s last sighs
And it's here, again
as it's always been
that I have found
Love amongst the trees
to wonder
noting the warp & weave
of the wood
the twist & bend of branches
their brittle cold limbs, still bare
reach high
to a whitewashed sky
& sway & creak
with Winter’s last sighs
And it's here, again
as it's always been
that I have found
Love amongst the trees
I went to the river
that winds its way
through the woods
to find what's left of
Winter's chill
a frozen Heart remains
#naturepoetry
#loveiseverywhere
#poem
I went to the river
that winds its way
through the woods
to find what's left of
Winter's chill
a frozen Heart remains
#naturepoetry
#loveiseverywhere
#poem
fleeting colors of Dawn
as blue gives way
to rose gold pink
mingling but a moment
washing all the world in lavender
fleeting colors of Dawn
as blue gives way
to rose gold pink
mingling but a moment
washing all the world in lavender