I was made for mountains/ or they were made for me
I Am holding the map/ whose lines show perfectly
slopes so steep and valleys deep/ in wonder, lost, that's me
on me? Wondrously/ written on my fingers
and written on my toes/ so my soul can find her way
anywhere she goes/ instinct as the arrow
when the thoughts diffuse/ in poem she rights herself
with the mountain's muse
a barefoot walking, wonder seeking, lover of all things wild.
I turn to poetry to contemplate the meaning of life, love, joy, and sorrow; and to celebrate the beauty and humor of this life.
In a deep listening meditation, I wrote "She who was Alaina, was a lover of all things wild, a lover of all beings, lifting others, lifting hearts, a burning fire, a pure place, a warm embrace, a sacred space; a wild being, she set me free" ...my heart's goal for myself
I invite you to open your heart wide to the world, wider, wider <3
I am busy raising 2 children, 2 dogs, 1 black cat, 5 chickens, and a turtle, as well as teaching science to 7th graders, and caring for a home and family and friends; but sometimes in the wee hours I put pencil to paper and bathe in the poetry bliss