
Becoming Wild…
I see ridges and trees sloping and dancing all around me ~ and my mind, soul, and voice want to trace them, absorb them, become them, and sing them…
I see ridges and trees sloping and dancing all around me ~ and my mind, soul, and voice want to trace them, absorb them, become them, and sing them…
I have returned to walk these forested hills, to listen to the melodies and chirps of the birds, to the creek gurgling, to the breath of the wind in the trees…