There is a lump in my throat today
(Cannot seem to spit it out).
I used up all of my adrenaline
A long time ago.
(Fight or flight)
Everyone is in such a hurry here.
They speed up when the light is
Just to slam on their brakes and
It makes no sense.
I long to return to the mountains
And hear the ravens call my name.
(They know me well)
I sleep under the open sky.
The night mountain air come take
I wish to drift through the trees
The pines and the rocks;
Dance over cliffs and through valleys
By the light of the moon.
Invisible and silent.
I will caress the wings of the owl as she hunts;
I am the cool air the wolf inhales deep,
That which brings the longing and power
To her howl.
I beg the wind
Come drench my soul
And take me home.
I cherish a sunburnt country for the red dirt did
Cradle and heal my spirit.
I have felt the enduring passion of my English garden
And I forever keep the
Mountains of the far north in my soul.
I have felt the caress of oceans from east to west in my heart.
The southern sun has kissed my skin with hope.
They have all given what I need in moments,
In those times when I did not know what I was in search of.
I love them all and owe them everything;
I am owned by none.
I rise each day and journey on in trust.
Wild and free can be anything.
To me it is wandering in the woods off trail.
Eating fresh raspberries and blueberries
While listening for wild animals that may come.
As a young girl,
Taking off alone to
Ride that beautiful white mare
Bareback up mountainsides so steep
And through Forests so deep.
Her mane in my bare hands and my legs holding tight with every change in direction
Giggling when I turned corners and almost falling off
When she reared.
Finding bear tracks in mine upon returning back to where I
Catching the curious eyes of a lynx
And hearing the thump of a beaver tail,
The squeak of a porcupine in a tree.
The sweet smell of dirt and rain
And the silence of heaven in the wind singing in my ears.
Trusting myself and the earth.
In those wild and free moments
I died and was reborn again and again.
They saved me from death.
I understand now.
Writing this winter morning.
Thoughts so flitting,
Snuggled in a blanket looking
Out frosted windows.
The kitty does not know what she wants
Jumping on my lap,
I lose myself for moments
Distracted by the sunrise
Over distant mountains.
On beats my heart a little louder.
Once again it grows stronger.
I recognize my courage.
Mother Earth sings her song.
It is in the dirt,
The water of the raging rivers
And the peaceful ponds.
The trees and the mountains.
The lion and the sparrow.
We think we do not know her song
But we too are her song.
We have only become distracted
For her music is in our very cells.
The blood of our ancestors.
Be still, your soul
This song never pauses.
Sing with her once more.
This is the passion that is in us,
You and i.
It is in our blood,
Our very being.
There is no
In the heart or mind
Nor the soul.
There has been no choice.
We will be.
From before the before,
And ever always
You and I.
And as the wind blows
And mountains fall
You and i
You and i