in the dark of canyon shadowi heard the river singshe was neither sad nor joyousno excitement about where she’d goshe only sang herself as river beingand then that was allas i lay inside my tentall other senses hushedi felt my heart hum with the soundof river being song no human word can describe the waythe…

the land oozes mysterycolors and texturessnow, clay, and dusta collage created by a childwith no concept (yet)of how things “must” beonly open to wonderimaginationssimply what is what if we remembered, toothe time before the “musts”that wonderto see collages and magiceverywhereto notice Nature justBe-ing

i longed to be the trees todaylightly frosted with fresh snowfallso too my eyelashes, hair, eyebrowsglistenedi feltfor the first time in awhilepart of this forest communitywelcomed, helddelighting in thatlife-giving water

silent wonderthe only sound on this snow-packed mountainis the blood pulsingby my earsand my own breathreminding meI am wildly alivewildly alive in this gorgeous wilderness

mystery is here canyon creeks should make us bow in reverent wonder pause and plunge our toes, whole foot, whole body in the cold waters shocking us into our senses again the wild terrain of the Mogollon Mountains calls me to return to remember my truly Wild self