Forest

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Visuals, Hope, Life

Published August 4, 2018 by tindertender

It was so quiet at the Park this morning! Walking along I noticed the bark of one tree species in particular … it was so smooth … compared to most trees of this region!!

And the flowers, oh my …

I spent the rest of the day with co-workers at the company picnic. I won a prize in the raffle … a one night stay in a fabulous Tree House!! While this one is not the exact place I’ll stay, I am very happy to have this opportunity.

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Be Well,
Be Kind,
Release that which does not
serve the highest interest of Life.

Blessings Of A Quiet Haven

Published May 17, 2018 by tindertender

As I listen to the sounds of running water I am transported to my bedroom, 37 years ago. The window is open and the river runs just outside. The crickets are singing, and the frogs are croaking. I see the light of the moon shine through the curtain.

The shock of quiet is great when city life is left behind. No people sounds, no neon lights, stars come out at night and the wonder of it is amazing. The city takes nature from the human and gives constant disruption.

Tar bubbles in the pavement on a hot day, poked and deflated with a little stick. Pitch bubbles in the bark of the trees, popped and watched as it flows out and down. Sticky spots on hands where dirt clings to the pitch spots, the aroma strong and pure. Sun glistening on the rivers waves, watched as the water flows through bend after bend, seen from the top of the highest tree.

Red ant hills alive with scurrying ants, working to tend their home. Black ants flying about before they land and drop their wings. Old coca cola bottle buried in the hard soil from long ago. Trail along rivers edge, grasses grown high on either side. Deer flies, Horse flies, mosquitoes.

Field of green grass, trees at the edge where deer and elk bed down for the night. Mushrooms and wild strawberries, three petaled flowers, fallen trees feeding them all. Birds flying through the branches, resting there too. Squirrels, coyotes, bear, and cougar. Fish spawning and resting in the banks of hidden rivers edges.

The wind blows though the hair, brushing the skin, filling the lungs. Deep breaths, a song is sung for the pleasure of my ears, and those I do not see. A prayer given to the forest, questions asked which are answered, in thought, in sensing.

Blessings, these memories are, for when I remember I am transported once again to this place, this quiet haven where so few travel.

Mystery Walk

Published March 27, 2018 by tindertender

TRAILThe ground is covered in brown leaves.The soil has been tamped down by foot . The trail comes out of the trees and curves up to the back side of a wall, tall and gray.

The journey has begun, yet the ladies tell me I’ve gone far enough, they insist I rest and go no further. Young me took my basket and carried it up the aisle, as if bringing it to a place of judgement and then there’s the sound of shredding paper, I look around and cannot find the culprit. End of the trail.

 

 

Walk In The Park

Published March 4, 2018 by tindertender

Took my pups to the park early this morning. Saw some pretty amazing scenery, and it wasn’t too populated. The cooler weather and time of day most likely had a lot to do with that. These two own my heart.

As we walked along I wore a smile that I had no intention of trying to hide. As far as I could tell there was no one to see it anyway. We stopped a few times just to listen for awhile and really take in the view.

The patterns of the rocks in the paths we took were interesting to me. Some were quite large and others just pebbles, yet they were embedded in the hard earth just the same. There was a lot of water flowing, my hope is that it will do more good than harm to the forests this year. Weather modification programs are out of control.

Here’s a short video I took while walking along with these two love bunnies. It’s the simple things …

Spa In A Forest

Published January 20, 2018 by tindertender

Today was a beautiful day. It started with an early morning drive to Washington State, via the pathway of the Columbia River Gorge. I wound up at the hot springs for a nice mineral bath and wrap. I stopped in to the local antique store and picked up a pewter pot and cream container, why, I do not know. I guess I just liked it. I drove a number of miles to the next town and picked up some unique hand cream, a few truffles, a coffee cup and some cocao, said to have more antioxidants than cocoa. Upon arriving home I napped, nearly two hours! What a way to spend a day. Below are a few pictures from my adventure. This world is amazing.

Living & Thriving As A Whole ~ Connected

Published January 1, 2018 by tindertender

Walking into the forest through a magical entry to the kingdom where winds blow strong enough to flip the heaviest objects, and water runs so clear, cold, and swift it can wash away many others.

I come upon the bent tree, imaging the one who formed it this way, guiding me along the path. I turn right, and upon passing I turn, and take another picture. It seems to be a mystical dragon in disguise, a guardian of the way.

waterfall_1 The craftsmanship of the bridge was truly a work of art. Firm and sturdy boards laid over beams, created to hold the weight of even the heftiest crosser! Gratitude for opportunity to pass.

I walked along the path, rarely seeing other people. It was a rare experience in this time of life, for there are so many cruising along in the world.

I remember the invisible tension which is always carried. It becomes part of life, only noticed once in the wilderness for several days in a row without disturbance. Day one is quite uncomfortable … there seems to be the need to be doing something every moment. Day two is a little more relaxed, yet the attention is always at a heightened state, as though waiting for someone to burst forth into the open, or to sense someone lurking in the bushes. Day three is when all of this finally leaves the body and a true relaxation is made available to the mind.

The chill of the air so fresh, the smell of the moist soil preparing for life in spring, the aroma of the water giving way to the knowing that fish live there, in the pool just above the log jam.

A magical place indeed. A place that feeds off the tension of a body and mind, that recycles the air exhaled, making it clean and ready for reuse. This is the land which heals, this is the givers of sanity in an insane world. This is the land needing our protection, so it can continue to help us thrive.

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