The best way to start the day and take my morning nourishment as I step outside and look up to the skies..
A Black and White Cookie floating
In a dark velvety sea of Espresso,
Hold the cream!
Morning Shower
Wake up
Wake up
Wake Up!
I want to show
You my droplets.
Light hasn’t filled
Them yet but soon
They will shine like
Sparkling diamonds.
See how I hold them
So delicately and
Gracefully.
Can’t let a single
One fall to the
Abyss below never
To enjoy the radiance
That they were destined for.
Wake up
Come on sleepy head
Come outside to take
Your morning shower…
Nuit Looks Down
I call out to Lady Moon
And Nuit looks down.
Moon’s eye bright
As Her body undulates
In a sea of starry expanse.
She smiles down upon me
Her daughter
Her own.
Her breath blows
Through leafless branch
Stirring dry leaves as
They cackle and call.
Take me into your arms
Let me ride the path
Of your light into your
Womb of remaking.
In your fullness
I find my home.
In your brilliance
I find my way.
In your healing waters
I find my heart.
And when I stand in the glory
Of your night sky newly birthed
I lift my voice in devotion
Your daughter
Your own.
Nuit looks down
Mother Moon’s eye
Filled with Love.
Many blessings on this night of Full Moon….
Photo Image: R. Fennelly2015
Reaching Out
Pointed extensions of angular
Line and scalloped edges creating
An open greenery of hands
Delicately reaching out.
Water would cascade down
Pouring from pointed tip.
Sunlight creates beams of
Light captured and focused
Through pointed tip.
Angles soft, yet precise
Create a crowd of green
Leafy fingers reaching out.
Excerpted from:
The Enchanted Gate: Musings on the Natural World click on… Books
Cloaked in Beauty
I sit quietly
Drinking in life.
Bent wood and
Shapely curve of trunk
Entwined in a mystery
Of verdant splendor.
I sit nestled neatly
In between long
Green and brown
Fingers pointing
Upwards with flourish
And grace.
Stillness all around
In this magickal
Space.
I hear the
Whispering of
Voices anchored in
The ground beneath.
I feel the strength of life
Pulsing through
Bark and limb and
Leafy Green.
I breathe in deeply
And exhale the memory of grove and magick.
I am cloaked
In Beauty.
The Gates of
My Soul opening
In welcoming embrace
Of each step taken
Amidst the Wisdom
Of the Trees.
These pictures were taken at Ridley Creek State Park at the Mansion. My husband and I went there yesterday and he wanted to show me the Park Office area. I had no idea that this magickal space was there as well and now know where I will go for a healthy dose of Mystical Trees, natural energy and serenity.
The Fairy Orb
Light filtered
Through tree
And leaf and branch.
Shining down on
Green carpeted
Floor of nature’s
Verdant home.
I walked the trail
Alert to all the
Wonder that shone
Brightly around.
I walked the trail
And flickering light
Caught my gaze.
Just up ahead
Just up ahead.
Slowly I approached
Not wanting to disturb
Or make noise.
Sounds all around
Suddenly ceased
As silence hung
Heavy in beautifully
Lit grass.
Slowly I approached
Excitement and energy
Dancing like fluttering
Butterfly wings in
Stomach and chest.
Light filled the orb
Tenderly and carefully
Woven from spider’s
Silky thread.
I moved a little closer
To peer deep inside.
Light and Fae were
Moving and energy
Flowed of magick’s
Sweet enchantment.
Another place
Another time
Deep breath and
Time no longer
Stood still.
Heavy breathing
And sweat pouring
From bodies in
Motion as runners
Passed by.
Photo: valley Forge State Park, PA
Patterning
This one gets placed here.
And, that one goes over there.
Let’s move these two up here.
That will give the whole picture
A strong and clear focal point.
Oh, but wait, we must add these two.
They are perfectly shaped and are contrast in color.
And, the last one goes here to balance everything.
Now, if only humans could see the patterns
The way we trees do when we shed our cones.
I’ve not posted here in a while. Largely because of unexpected commitments and the need to focus my energy elsewhere. I realize that I missed my adventures into the natural world and the creative flow of writing about what I’ve experienced. I also realized that his is a sort of patterning that is my own.
I carefully place this idea here and that project there and although the picture is orderly and appears to be just what is needed to complete a whole pattern, it can never remain that way. Other leaves fall around what has been placed, some completely obscuring the pattern originally intended. Strong winds come along or the downpour of rains that set adrift what has been carefully planned and placed as part of the perfect pattern. And, before you know it, time has moved forward and a new pattern has replaced the old.
So with these thoughts in mind, I am re-patterning. Part of that plan is to make sure that I “make” time to engage in the natural world; to savor the pleasure I take in capturing those special moments on pen and in image. And, to allow myself to flow with these new patterns, giving more import to neither one nor the other, but seeing them as intimately connected to one another in the natural cycle of change.
