It’s true. I talk to mountains. This one in particular has my heart. At the top of Rammel Mountain lady bugs summer on sharp-edged boulders, wild raspberries twine through the rocks. This is where I’m headed. At the top of this mountain I will leave lyme disease behind.
On these pages I’ll be posting poems and quotes, words that inspire and encourage healing, words that a solid, still, unmoving, moving mountain wants to hear from me. I hope you find words that speak directly to you.
This Sky
Sky
Where We Live
Is no place to lose your wings
So love, love,
Love.
~Hafiz
translation by Daniel Ladinsky
I talk to birds, and various beings inanimate, too. And I hope you can leave Lyme behind for good. I had it years ago, but it didn’t stay for more than a few years and wasn’t severe. I know it’s very idiosyncratic but can still hope yours disappears as easily as mine did.
I talk to the bluebirds when they arrive bringing along spring with them. thank you for the encouraging healing thoughts.
Beautiful capture and words. We must never lose our wings.
Thank you, Margie. I’ve been wingless, but no more!
Beautiful~ words and photo. The colors are so intense and varied in the sunset. The poem is delightful and true. Your wish and hope is mine for you too~
thank you, Judy for your kindness.