We take a risk

Every time we open our arms
and embrace another who is in need.

Every time we seek out a person
in need, or respond to the call of those
who show up.

Every time we click “like” or
leave a comment on a blog.

Each time that we support and encourage another
is the opportunity to pass on the encouragement
that we have received. Or, the encouragement that
we have never received just as we would have *liked* it.

“I am so 100% loved, cared for; seen.

People derive value from my presence.

I have purchased their works.

The comment I made just led to the butterfly effect
of his or her perfect realization. It was the tipping point
that brought them to the place where they
succeeded in something they have been earnestly working for a very long
time.

My blog post, got someone thinking…
or triggered some healing in a deep way that
reverberates onward.”

While On the bus:

Every time we open our eyes, smile and
make eye contact. Connect.

Every time we give the gift of ourselves, our
time, our thoughts. Our presence.

These are moments where we take a risk
that something or nothing may become of it, and the
best part is, I hope both happen at once.
I want nothing and
everything to come of it. I want it to be simple, but it never
is.

I want to remain free, giving from the space
of openness in my heart that does not respond to
obligation but derives deep pleasure from
delivering a message,

for being a cog in the wheel,

for being just an ordinary being involved in an ordinary
process that neither myself nor my words put on their
special dress for.

 

*photo from wikimedia commons. I find this image inspires me.

 

Pharaoh’s Space Dagger

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Via dailymail;

“When the tomb of Tutankhamun was discovered nearly 100 years ago in the Egyptian desert, the treasures found inside had an other-worldly quality to them that captured the global imagination.

But new research has discovered that one of the items found alongside the mummified remains of the young ancient Egyptian pharaoh really is from out of this world.

Analysis of a dagger, intricately decorated and encased within a golden sheath, has found the blade was made from iron from a meteorite.

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Revealing My Identity

So that you can find Joannaoftheforest….
Great suggestion to reblog in order to help Love and Love connect.
I like the time and faith idea, too…
❤ Blessings to all involved, near and far.
Very excited for you and all your plans!

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She thew away her masks and put on her soul

It’s still me, joannaoftheforest!

My “government name” wasn’t a big secret, and Joanna of the Forest is still part of who I am. But in my determination to move forward and create a website from my WP blog, I bought the  domain name: joannesilvia.com. I didn’t know that when I bought the domain name that it would automatically replace joannaoftheforest.

I sincerely hope my followers can find me, because I’ve  come to love my blogging families here and on “Loving Me, Too.” My plan was to make each of my blogs a page on the website. I apologize for any inconvenience and appreciate your patience. Since I don’t see how to change the address back to joannaoftheforest, I’m going to give it some time and have faith that you will be able to find me.

Any suggestions or tips will be greatly appreciated!

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Playing God Word Collage

Play turns into Practice
And from practice, valuable skill
And from valuable skill, pleasure.

Some would say the pleasure
Comes first. Who are they?
Sufi friends I’m pointing at you.
Glory be to God and to You as God. Spin, Spin…

We don’t know who is doing it all
We just see it happening, and
Wonder: “What the happening?”

Or, WTF.

Mooji says, “Who is aware of this ‘I’ that is
Watching form and phenomena?”

We drool, we scream. We draw blank stares.
We struggle with words different from our
Native language.

We choke on tears, throw fits
And laugh over those same stories that
Make the tears, transformed.

Quick. How can that happen so fast?
So big to so little, so little to so big.
Nothing into something and then into
Nothing before a baby’s first swallow,
On any given day.

Who is this
One who notices the noticing?

Where is ‘time’ in sound? “Sita Ram… Sita Ram..”

There are metaphors about skies.
And blank screens. There’s some creativity
But mostly all end up singing in praise
Or waiting in line to do it, to dropping down
At the feet of God. Again and again, forever.

Pointing and shouting to Shiva. I see you! Hah-ha!
Go and hide and we’ll seek again. ::wink::
God is the name I made for me to keep me busy
Playing: Who’s next?

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Note for readers: I wrote this poem following my 7-day silent retreat with Mooji
via broadcast from Monte Sahaja, Portugal

Reflections #4: Figure Drawings

Depicting the human body has both amazed and inspired me since my teens when I had the opportunity to freely draw at a local college with a nude model. I didn’t have any lessons in this type of drawing at the time, but the practice helped me to make a representation of the image I saw before me. Then, when in college undergrad, I took a drawing class that had a 3-day drawing nude model exercise, the other activities were still-life, etc.

In essence, it’s been years since I’ve attempted anything like this. I doubt that I can “pick up where I left off.” By the same token, I am surprised that I was able to do this at all, and with very little training. What really mattered to me was the state of mind that drawing put me in. It was so comfortably silent. I have to wonder if my openness at the time led to these drawings. Believe me, I know the opposite: frustration. However, frustration is limited. It cannot last. What does last, is the mark on the page. Even then, it will disappear in time.

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This is the last article in my Reflections series for the Mercury retrograde transit in Taurus. Starting tomorrow, I will be engaging in a weeklong silent retreat, and will be offline completely for at least a week. Following that I have some blog posts planned about my recent travels. Still, you know how inspiration is, it has its own timeline. We’ll see what happens after the retreat. Many of my days did not go as planned, but I’ve learned in life not to plan, while still, to plan.

May you all have sweet, blessed days filled with all the amazing developments of your own growth and the bliss of life. May all your creations bring you the joy of that curious openness, an openness accepting of mystery, and while relishing in the unfoldment and enlightenment that each day brings.  ❤   aloha, ka

 

 

Reflections #2: Honey is Home

Give me honey
Any day
And I’ll find a place for
Sweet to counter the bitter.

We move through our days
Trying to keep our stories
On the margin of our memories
Trying to be present to
What we encounter in the moment.

Then…
As I have,
We just move on.

Or is it that life moves on,
and we can choose at any moment,
to recognize that even if others don’t see it

everything is different.

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The above image is an older sketch-experiment from the 1990s. In the days to come I will share some more pieces from my old collection.

Currently there are a few planets transiting through Taurus. We are embracing this New Moon in Taurus and drawing in conscious breaths, sending our roots deeply into the earth.

Today is a new day.

Meanwhile a few planets are in retrograde motion (Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Pluto). I am sifting through my past, while moving forward, going simultaneously deeper into my past while further into my future. After a visit with friends and family in Pennsylvania, including my elder Italian relatives who immigrated from Italy, we continued on.

Today we are in Rome, having spent the last couple of days getting settled in.

 

 

Reflection #1 Entrepreneur; Heart Math; mer. Retro

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Side note: I plugged in my HeartMath device and decided to have looksie at my heart’s coherence while I write. This is my personal medical information that I do not feel like disclosing; and therefore, I won’t, unless I change my mind. I take my own personal information very seriously. Each person is entitled to their privacy and proper respect of their information. This is one reason why I do not discuss about my clients, patients, etc. on my blog or anywhere at all. I know there are people who are clever at discussing without names, etc, but I won’t even get close to that; to me that is a risk I am unwilling to take. Second side note: An EmWave device (by Heart Math) is an excellent tool for the goal-oriented meditator. The device can supply very helpful feedback about what is happening during your meditation ~ whatever style or type of practice you choose!(except the one w/out goals)

Today’s reflection is from a random passage reading. This is a technique known as bibliomancy. If you google it, as I have done, just to be sure I am representing it correctly (or in accordance with the current internet Gods), most likely you will get this:

Bibliomancy is the practice of seeking spiritual insight by selecting a random passage from a Holy Book. Bibliomancy is divination using a book, sometimes a bible is used.”

I consider everything is sacred. So this book I got back in 2010, which is absolutely amazing FOR people who ARE looking for direction in their lives. I highly recommend it; it’s perfect for entrepreneurs like us. People who are self-employed, people who are learning to become self-employed. This book helped me find my way into my current path. I’d like to say it was a nudge to write a blog but that came from Keen.com and my friend Kathleen, aka. Deva Vidya who told me about keen.com, which got me thinking about starting my services up there. While she said nothing about a blog, she was an inspiration to me by simply being a first follower of my blog.

Since then, I was “graduated” to more schooling and a different framework for incorporating what I do; who I am; “healer,” etc. Plus, what I am doing now is really for me. Yes, just for me 🙂 I needle myself!

Without further ado…

Zen and the Art of Making A Living: A practical Guide to Creative Career Design, 2010, e.d. by Laurence G. Boldt

I have taken the time of transcribing a small passage here below in the interest that the author of this work get the credit.

p. 207  How Many Do you Want to Reach and How Deeply?

When contemplating your life’s work, consider the scope of the impact you want to make. Is the change or benefit you want to make at the level of the individual, family, community, nation, or planet? How many lives do you want to reach and at what level of depth? The quality of depth of the impact that you make upon others can be as important as the breadth of your impact. For example, an elementary school teacher may profoundly impact the twenty-five students that she teaches each day for a year. Her students will grow up to be better people and to give more to the world because of her effort and love.

You may have heard it said that effectiveness is a matter of doing the right things, and efficiency is doing things right. Your work purpose reflects what you think are the right things to do. It is the why-you-do that proceeds the how-to-do. If you have a strong enough why, you will figure out the how. When we continue to act on and into purpose, the results have a way of taking care of themselves, even as when we care for a tree, the fruit takes care of itself. Thoreau said, “Be not simply good– be good for something.” Discover what you are good for! Look within your heart and out upon the world. Look at how much the world needs your love and at how much you want to give it. Then determine to live your life on purpose, to play your part as it was meant to be played.

And whosoever of you will be the Chiefest, Shall be the servant of all.   Mark 10:44

Tomorrow I’ve got a plane to catch, and I’m not quite ready. I’m not worried about it because, well, I’ve always survived. I have more to share than I have time for, and on more than one topic, or in one type of style, voice, or format. Heck, I have lots of writing to do for me, and just for me. I’ve got authors I’d like to share about, etc. That’s right! I want to brag about my friends to you, my friends. I will do my best to make time for you – as I always do. Also, I might need your support. I need to write a book of poems. How do I do it? Where do I start? Are my poems good enough?  Who wants to be my editor? I’m kind of picky about that one because I am adamant about leaving creative errors and challenging peoples’ ideas of what constitutes, “good,” “marketable,” “worthy.”

I’m taking you all with me as best I can, for I love you, and of course, we have always been connected ~ as I am following you. So be my leader. Do it. Show me the way.

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I have natal Mercury sextile Saturn [and Mercury trine Uranus]; and I will tell you, from my experience, I always produce more creative output around the Mercury retrograde cycles. It’s so cool!  Will I regret it later? I don’t know, that’s later’s problem. I love Mercury Retrograde! I’m not the kind of astrologer that fears it, until it pisses me off, then I am. But, I bounce back, just like planes do! Here’s to Mercury retrograde in Taurus: May all your (HE)ART be rewarding in the physical, and let this retrograde cycle (Mercury in Taurus) be the one to help you learn how to win more for everyone, and/or to keep at it in the best way! Success is all there really is…even failure is success.

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Images from stock images and playbuzz.com
Author: Ka Malana

The Lady returns to Her Tower

“and movement steps
to kick up some dust in order
to go forward.”

Retrogrades for us all are special opportunities to play with shadows…
This year we saw Beats Antique on Valentine’s Day. This post was before THAT happened.

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Stacked up
in old cases
are micro cassettes,
fragments
of conversations
made with coffee,
beer, and cigarettes.
spun together by the
wheels of travel,
and the comings and goings
of creation.

These
are the fingerprints
and logbooks
of times gone uncatalogued,
but recorded.

Laced among these
etchings of memory is the
antique smell of old wishes,
Fingerprints of old selves’ images
cobwebbed around
corners, breaking the rhythm patterned
slats of black and white into some
gossamer diagonals.

Even the cobwebs have shadows!

What were once
only some dog-eared remnants are now
the blackened, forgotten
bones of unchew-ed material,
rendered unidentifiable by time
and the consequences
of improper scrapbooking.

Time has lost its identity
and persons no longer care
about the era of happenings.

Edges fade in the total room
of all things attic-bound.
Behind the curtains of civilization
how the peopling of these
selves somehow happened
in conjunction with planetary

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Home is Where I LIVE. Happy Earth Day!

Me and Matt Kahn

Currently I’m bubbling up with the perfect happiness of anticipating my future travels, of endings and beginnings, and of the continuous flow. I expect ups and downs as the natural framework. Even there are times when I experience ’emptiness’ at points of achievement or success. I’ve come to become more accepting of these times.

Recently I completed a major milestone in my acupuncture studies with completing my first set of comprehensive exams. This was 10hrs + of testing following my final exams.  It’s a long journey, but the way I am doing it, it puts my spirituality and my living ‘beingness’ at the forefront.

Recently, I’ve had a lot of updates with my technology. These were near-mandatory updates due to malfunctioning equipment. Luckily, I got my phone replaced for free and only lost some data. Pre-Merc. Retro shadow. I think I have it mostly squared away now. Anyways, being away from the hustle and bustle of the net created the appropriate space for me to rest and recuperate – to return to the fullness of my own experience. My yoga practice feels deeper, my sense of presence feels renewed. Nature walks are more vibrant. The presence of in my toes, renewed! The breath is deeper, and returned.

Also recently, I completed the final installation of my Munay Ki rites and I’m integrating all these changes, and growing these seeds. I do not feel upset with my pace. I feel just fine; after a certain amount of energy work, the openings have different flavors, and I wouldn’t want to miss any aspects of these nuanced discoveries, however many times around!

My fire-breath practice (for regular readers) has been renewed again as well.

So where is Fiestaestrellas in all this? Where is the astrology?  Last week I attended an excellent presentation on sunset charts by Arthur Chadbourne. He’s a 3rd generation astrologer who has been working with a lineage since his great grandmother went to India and adapted her astrological teachings for the West. His presentation was enjoyable. I reflect back on the astrological book that I was going to write a few years ago, and I am feeling glad that I did not.  Mr. Chadbourne made a point of mentioning that Demetra George, among other authors tend to grow beyond their first several books and then look back and say, “Hey, I didn’t understand it then, now I do,” or something like that. After lunch with Mr. Chadbourne and fellow astrologers, Mr. Chadbourne gave me a hug and said “thank you for contributing.”  I’m not sure that I did contribute, or whatever he meant, but I do know this: People rarely understand me when I speak!  I felt like I was in company with my soul family, as usual.  So, if I didn’t understand him, well – that really meant something! Oh, we are both Leos!

Aside from some poetry here and there, I see Fiestaestrellas.com’s original function in astrological information is on hiatus. In place of that, there may be pictures and poems, maybe little token symbols embedded within. There may be nary a sound. I continue to engage in ceremony with every lunar cycle, but I’m tired of writing about it dedicatedly. I stopped doing it for the last couple of cycles. It’s a quieter period for me now. There’s a trillion and one blogs about astrology, anyways.

Soon I have some silent retreats coming up with Gurus that I’ve been following for some time: Mooji, Gangaji… that after I dig into my familial roots in Italy, and then engage with fairy forest lands.

I saw Matt Kahn recently. He hugged my husband and I and told us that we are awesome. I think we also talked about where we live briefly, and that was the extend of our up-close conversation. I even got my photo taken with him! I asked him if I could ‘pose him.’  He said, “Sure!” So we are pictured each giving a “thumbs up,” while my husband snapped the picture. What a journey that was, and what a delight – to share presence and live the truth is very relaxing!

This morning’s yoga class was interesting. My current teacher, Joe, said to me, “The first day I noticed it, you have this energy. It’s really good. I just wanted to tell you that.” I told Joe that I have a home here, in SD. I love that – and I have a home wherever I go, because I am at home in me.

I have no idea what he meant about the energy, but I do know that I’m always thinking: “I love this guy!” He’s so funny, and has been studying all the sacred arts for years and years and is so not pompous about it.

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So Cheers! Here’s to my first blog post after a short break, and to the entry into reading yours again. While I’ve gotten my data issues somewhat worked out, I am completely uncertain about how or when I will post while in Europe. So, we’ll just be taking this step by step, Okay?

I LOVE YOU ALL!  ~ See Some of you Soon!

Aries ~ Springtime ~ Guest Post

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With the beginning of spring, now is the time of the first sign in the Zodiac – Aries, the ram. While domesticated sheep have an image as passive, docile creatures, in the wild a ram – a male sheep – is anything but passive. Rams are distinguished by the large, curved horns on their heads. A mature bighorn sheep (Ovis canadensis) can have 30 pound (14 kg) horns on a body weighing up to 300 pounds (140 kg).

 

Rams are known for fighting each other for dominance of the herd – including the right to mate with female sheep, or ewes. Rams fight each other with their horns, and even jump towards each other, ramming their heads together. This image of a ram jumping forward – headfirst – illustrates the energy of the first sign, Aries.

 

Aries energy is characterized by the 3 A’s: aggressive, ambitious, and assertive. Just as life all around us is “springing” into bloom, Aries springs into action confidently, eagerly, and perhaps even a little bit recklessly. Or perhaps very recklessly.

 

Individuals with a lot of Aries in their chart are natural leaders. They are self-starters who see an opportunity and go for it. If someone says “Can I have a volunteer to do something?” and you immediately raise your hand before you even know what you are signing up for, you may have a lot of Aries.

 

Once (4 years ago), at a poetry open mic, I was so eager to volunteer to recite a poem first, that I stood up without taking stock of my surroundings, and I knocked over a large plant that was beside my chair. Ka witnessed this, and she reminds me of this incident with a laugh. I have Aries rising, and this brings with it an impulsive energy.

 

I would be well-advised to be aware of this tendency so I can make use of its strengths – willingness and courage – but to temper this energy with the caution and prudence of Virgo (my moon sign). To be assertive is a strength, but to be so aggressive that it irritates others is a weakness. To begin a new project with energy and aplomb is a strength; it is also important to have persistence and follow-through, which are not strengths that Aries is known for.

 

When we talk about astrology, Ka always makes it clear that your birth chart does not create a prescription or destiny that is immutable and written in stone. We are all a mix of many energies and many signs, and it does not help us to over-identify with one sign. Rather, we should look at a whole chart, in order to have the whole picture of ourselves and all of our integrated parts. To paraphrase Walt Whitman, we are all vast, and we contain multitudes. Astrology gives us a tool, and a language of archetypes, that we can use for understanding ourselves. Thousands of years ago, the first psychologists were the stargazers and the storytellers. They told stories of many gods, titans, and heroes who coexisted, fought each other, competed, and journeyed to the ends of the earth. Likewise, the many aspects facets of our own minds (or psyches, to borrow a word from the Greeks) must coexist and work together. Sometimes the many sides of our personalities work together smoothly – like tempering Aries energy with Libra energy to be assertive in a balanced fashion. And sometimes the inner relationship may be less smooth and more like “Clash of the Titans.”

 

If you have a lot of Aries in you, celebrate its strengths during this time of year. Throw yourself head-first into your spring cleaning. But also be aware of Aries’ tendency to over-do it, and temper this tendency with non-Aries strengths such as diplomacy, a cool head, and follow-through. If you don’t have a lot of Aries energy, and you find yourself often being timid, now might be a great time to tune into that enthusiastic, confident energy that is blooming all around you. I wish you all a happy spring!

 

My thanks to my astrology teacher, Ka, for the inspiration as I wrote this, my first guest post. We had been talking about me writing a guest post for about two years, and it was just now that I rode the Aries energy into writing it. Learning the language of the stars is a lifelong process, and I feel grateful to be taking this big first step of writing this.

 

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Author: Enrico Curioso
Aries is a painting made by Erika Pochybova, you can visit her at her site

Not a Computer Programmer; not a poem

There was a point along the timeline, almost 10 years ago now, when I realized that I might have it in me – the interest – to become a computer programmer. I also had enough intelligence to create a small calculator using java, the language – not the script. I got an A in my Master’s level intro class in programming (I was considering a Network Architecture degree), while I was also a full-time at a call-center for a top-of-the-line cellular phone company. I would fix problems for agents who were our sales force in the stores. I had access to the switch; and I was asked on several occasions to do special projects with user-testing for huge, new software interface roll-outs. This bothered me because I liked being “closer to the machine.” Machine language is simple. Though I did not use machine language, nor firmware. I did use software that was a bit closer to the database, requiring the most basic commands. It seems like software just keeps getting built outward, towards the user, with more tools, more “accessibility.” We all adapt to constant changes and improvements, because it’s supposedly adapting to us. This bothered me. This tempted me to start to feel like I want to build, in my own life, in the opposite direction. I wanted to start taking down the scaffolding – find out the basic functions of my world, my heart, my spirit, my roots.

I should mention here, that I am not technically inclined on a regular day, nor off the cuff. When I get stressed out, I don’t see things that are right in front of my face. I don’t always remember the obvious, especially if its my own “problem”: “Did you toggle the power? and power cycle.” I do have a decent track record with making sure that devices are plugged in. That said, I would not go to myself for help with a technical problem.

Anyways, the point is, I didn’t know I could hack it. (Pun. Intended.)

I never considered myself a Geek or a Nerd – in the proud way that people often say it today. I was always trying to earn respect from myself. I was always internally bumbling ~ never felt comfortable with the idea that I might be intelligent, or capable. Supposingly (my made-up word for now), I was concerned with what were the consequences of that. Does anyone care about the consequences of mind and matter? Programmers are concerned with function. They have ways of compiling data; and they have ways of testing usability. I am not a programmer. By the way, I am not a philosopher, either.

I am not interested in what I am, or what defines me. I hope you aren’t either, because I don’t think that’s the best thing about knowing me – although I couldn’t tell you what is – maybe never ‘really’ knowing me?

Here’s why I started writing today in the first place, for a quasi poem:

In programming language there is an
“if, then” statement. It’s how we help the
computer, “make decisions.”

For now, I have learned to live without the function of
the “if, then” statement. I go by “Do, while.” I realize that
“Do, while,” is dangerous code, because it is a continuous loop.

“If, then” logic is brilliant. But the Taoism
from my teenage years, That Lao Tzu I read,
influenced me and wrote some code for me:
“The code that is written
is not the code.”

“Whistle while I work” fits in better than, [Do, While]
“If I succeed at A, then B will be possible.” [If, Then]

I like that, really,
just telling you how it actually is
now: “Do, while.”

((“Whistling, while I work”) meanwhile writing happens”) Here’s my “real” style.

What are you Doing, while?

Meanwhile, I’ve got dishes…herbs…boring stuff that makes me whistle, and a long day ahead of me.

The Play of Existence

“It’s tricking you, because at the moment, you are trickable, you have an investment in voice of the mind.”

Let the mind be… mind no mind to the mind… Hahahaha.
❤ Happy Lunar Eclipse folks. Gotta love astrology, and the transcending of it.

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This video is about the importance of embodying knowledge and practice, in particular, the practice of Vipassana. How does Mooji manage to explain this through the story of a vampire movie? He speaks of scent – the ways we can detect what is true, or resonant with what is being said with the ‘mind.’

I think he’s actually talking about Fright Night here, a movie which had me clawing at my face in fright as a child, and recently had me laughing out loud as adult. I have so much empathy for her. “It is not to blame, it is something that is the play of existence,” says Mooji.  ❤  “The buddha is in you, but you are keeping it in the closet.” ❤

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Desert Opening

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driving to the desert
we passed through clouds
sitting in valleys.

the fog was sometimes all around,
and sometimes beneath.

at times around bends,
the fog would dress over the lake
like a puffy white
shawl covering the shoulders
of a morning’s sunrise landscape.

frost glittered the land
from last night’s sky quaff,
while today some cows dot the hills
with their little calfs, eating and drinking
from one rumination.

hills meander, continuous and unbroken,
green and recent is
Spring’s beginning.