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PIONEER WORKS  “Yes, That's When  I like my body when I'm in the woods and I forget my body. I forget that arms that legs, that nose. I forget that waist, that nerve, that skin. And I aspen. I mountain. I river. I stone. I leaf. I path. I flower. I like when I evergreen, current and berry. I like when I mushroom, avalanche, cliff. And everything is yes then, and everything  new: wild iris, duff, waterfall, dew.” Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

ELEMENTS@TRUE NATURE  ~ EARTH FIRE WATER AIR  ~   

To create is to pull different threads  of several things together to birth something new. Creation is an endless journey of inner self-inquiry,  outer movement  and boundless imagination  rising from our sacred spaces.  Creativity is a mosaic, a recipe, a tapestry,  a breathing changing kaleidoscope of potent living creation. We cannot miss any story that we are  destined to live and experience. Nature's Creative Gifts "THE island dreams under the dawn And great boughs drop tranquillity; The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, A parrot sways upon a tree, Raging at his own image in the enamelled sea. Here we will moor our lonely ship And wander ever with woven hands, Murmuring softly lip to lip, Along the grass, along the sands, Murmuring how far away are the unquiet lands: How we alone of mortals are Hid under quiet boughs apart, While our love grows an Indian star, A meteor of the burning heart, ...

When you learn to just sit and become completely present, you naturally become completely quiet, with none of that jazz going on inside. A person who can't really sit as if there were nothing else to do also won't be able to act because he'll never be completely all here. — Alan Watts (@AlanWattsDaily) December 21, 2019

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 A bedtime story, for adults. “Tell me again what happened after the fires burnt all the forests all over the world and the koala bears all died, Granny.” “Well, my lovely, it was a turning point, that moment. We woke up to the news that koalas were nearly all gone and something in us snapped. It was bad up to then. Really, really, really bad. All the big forests of the world were on fire. The arctic was melting really fast and it felt like people were at war with everything else on Earth. We didn’t have forests full of deer. You couldn’t drink the water in the rivers. We still had that beautiful bird with the big curved beak, the curlew, here but there were hardly any left. All the birds and insects were dying. In those days, you could pick up a rock and not find a single worm or beetle underneath. But we were pretending it wasn’t real. People found it really hard to imagine the Earth could really be dying. We were still g...

There is only One Nature Our Gaia born daily; tall timbers free rivers cold snaps and wild bares imperfect and hostile symbiotic and tame hunter and hunted so wild and profane Same as The Source Who showed me a Light,  protect This  fine beauty Vast Space of  Home, Earth. Love ~ One ~ Source ~ Gaia