Complements of the chapel hill community garden! I took my camera there yesterday, and snapped some amazing pictures! I hope y’all enjoy.
Earth kneading beneath my fingers.
Memory framing picture in mind.
If only for a moment in time.
Kneeling to pray with hands planted against the earth.
Deep breath in without second thought.
Exhale the insanity that the world has taught… us all.
Roots pushing into the soil.
Tenderizing the turmoil.
Grounding the earth threading ever so deep.
Air fresh and clean, photograph undeveloped and yet to be seen.
Hand and hand, we share a moment of time.
Alone in nature, where the mountain once met the sea.
Roots planted; we sit against earth’s wisest tree.
The universe gazes at our bodies… displayed naked before the world.
Breeze brushing past our hair, yet we do not care.
Let the universe stare…
Water spraying her mist into the breeze.
You give my hips a squeeze… SCREAMS of a thousand bees, pollinating the plants and
Birds, bees, your hips, and my knees.
Evolution upon your kiss, whispering upon the winds of change and chance.Lost in gravitation
pull and trance.
Rock beneath my feet, back against the tree. Life flowing between you and me and the
The siren of time has taken my soul to where there is no turning back.
Single tree of shelter, overhanging a cliff of uncertainty. Yet here with you beside
me… I remain steady as the sea, tree, and the rock.
Fire of the sun shining from the sky.
Hourglass of time forever passes by.
Memory has come to fog the mind as eyes begin to tire.
Arm in arm we watch the setting flames of the bright ball of fire.
Mountains carving out a safe space where I can be held in the warmth of your embrace.
Doing your work is messy.
It’s not for the faint of heart.
Fluids are everywhere.
Tears and sweat.
But it’s worth the pain.
The rehashing of the scars and resetting of the bones.
In order to heal.
Some days are better than others.
It is not all grey clouds.
What has helped me is appreciation.
Cognitive behavior to retrain the insane of the brain.
Most of the time if I can keep this train of thought the cloud of grey comes to pass within a few minuets.
Life goes on.
Last thought before put the pen down, and this one is really important.
The things people don’t really talk about and keep buried in that little black box… those are the most important mementos of growth.