Dream of Trees

 It's 4:29 AM and I cannot sleep. Usually when this happens, it takes a bit of distraction before I can get to sleep, hence this post. If I were a bird, I could sleep in the trees. If I were a fox, I could sleep under trees. If I were asleep, I would dream of the trees. Good night.  

Woods, Winds, Wildflowers

 I am made of woods, and rivers, and winds, and wildflowers. I am part grief, and part hope, and all love.

~Victoria Erickson 

Wildly Out of Tune

 

At church, 

the choir today was wildly out of tune. 

It made me smile out loud. 

The choir in the woods, though, 

is always perfect.

 

Whoo Else?

Whoo else loves owls?

Wild & Free

Run Away

Sometimes, don't you just want to run away.

 

Gentle Days

Today has been so still and quiet outside, much like walking here, in bluebells, {think UK forest}. See me there by the rock, stretched out, drenched in the stillness. I can hear the birds and not much else. The trees rustling every now and then. 

Breathe in, breathe out, these gentle days.