Day 20 Wednesday February 3

Day 3 of solo

Glitter on the eyes

Weaving Agave strands into my hair

Becoming part of Nature

A charcoal swirl around my ankle

Adorned in Her jewelry

Threads of Yucca around my wrist

Tiny twigs and leaves placed delicately

Tidbits of Nature hug my body

And I am reminded of the beauty of it all

I shall braid myself a wreath of flowers

To crown myself one of Nature’s dwellers

Linking chain after chain, it become a circle

No hard edges

No beginning and no end

Merely unified by being, round and round and round

There’s something about coming home after a long journey – comforting, refreshing, nurturing.

I can’t wait to be back in the land of familiarity – the trick will be to maintain this feeling of serenity while going through the motions of every-day life.

Destruction and Rebirth.

How easy it is to pack up and leave

And how slowly we become adjusted

To our new surroundings.

It takes patience and understanding

To get to know new things

But how readily we can pick up and go

Destruction and Rebirth.

I am born again after a time of solitude.

Thank you Mother Nature, for all that you have given me

Thank you Mother Nature, for all that we have shared.

I hope I have been a good student

To your teachings

I will carry your heart here, in mine.

Thank you Mother Nature, for all that you have given me

Thank you Mother Nature, for all that we have shared

I am carrying your heart with me, I am leaving a piece of mine here. 

Day 19 Tuesday February 2, 2010

Day 2 of Solo

Waking early – the moon still bright – the blue dawn barely creeping over the ridge – I can see the pink glow of lights from the city – I am still alone – how glorious – chilly this morning – I can hear voices – rocks knocking together – was the my water kearn I wonder…?

I can feel the day begin

I can see the sun rise – I can feel the rays on my face

I can hear the birds start to sing – I can feel their song in the air

I can smell the morning dew – I can feel the wet on my finger tips

I can taste the desert waking up

I can feel the day begin

Later…

I wept, kneeling on Her ground, asking for forgiveness.

I am sorry, I whispered into the sand – For hurting you.

For cutting your branches and pulling at your weeds.

I am sorry for the landfills and the poison gases.

I am sorry for the drainage and depletion of your waters and your oil and your precious gems and metals.

I am sorry for ripping at your heart and killing your animals.

I am sorry for the ones who came before and the ones who will inevitably come after.

I am sorry for being so blind and nieve and for shutting my eyes when I should have been on the battlefield.

I am sorry for the harshness and the pain.

I am sorry for not being always strong enough to fight for your life.

I am sorry for wasting.

I am sorry for littering.

I am sorry for being unconscious.

I am prepared to take a stand, and make a difference.

With my realization of your every-day miracles, I call upon my innate power to guide me through this labyrinth of life.

Trying not to tred where trodding is not welcome

Cultivating. Contributing. Realizing.

Sustaining. Life. Relationships between

Soul, sky, body, earth, mind, animal, plant

Spirits collect, colliding gracefully for we

all are existing, and it can be harmonious.

For we are beating as one.

As my heartbeat rocks my body, so does the beating of the eagle’s wings,

and the spreading of the grass’s roots and the knocking of the river rocks –

sounding out the symphony of nature.

I am blessed to have ears to hear it.

I am blessed to have yes to see it.

I am blessed to have a body to touch it.

I am blessed to have a mind to take it all in, and let it all go. 

Day 18 Monday February 1, 2010

First Day of Solo

Choose your endeavors wisely.

Even if you do not reach the outcome you had wished for – it’s not measured in end, but in the journey along the way.

THAT is who you have become.

Sounds surround me.

The earth is not a silent place.

There are colonies of ants, teaming with activity, we are just too busy to listen.

Families of birds nest in the trees, we are just too blind to see.

I lift a rock and a myriad of legs scurry away.

There is more than what meets the eyes.

I languish in the freedom my heart feels.

Time fore me, time to put my attention on the inside world.

Time to tune in and send the waves of live to those I care about.

As the birds sing their song, I sing mine.

Silently, in my head, I let the radio heart waves broadcast themselves to the far corners of the earth.

I love you. I love you. I love you.