Summer Longs For Autumn

This is an unedited image, from our amazing Arizona evening skies, thanks to Summer Monsoons. 

 Drifting mind and dark aesthetics 

Cozy browns and golden hues

Misty fog and trailing raindrops

The rasp of fingertips on aged paper

Tucked into the folds of an adventurous novel

The academic finds her soul in the depths of a darkened bookstore

Summertime Lessons

Heavy weight of heat and bogs

My soul does not delight in the bright 

It longs for the dark, the cool, the hidden

To be amongst the stars and dirt

Summertime is not my favorite

But in this season I lean into the cave

I embrace the wild monsoon when she comes

The wind greets me like an old friend

Grandmother Elm weaves and dances her song

There is beauty, and my soul is thankful

For deep within the bright golds and yellows 

I find my browns and rusts.

Even this season brings gifts and messages

I can finally see 

drawing into myself

During the Summertime

Is okay

The sun heals, even through time and space

Through the heat, I cut ties

What isn’t meant to be will not

And letting go is also okay

Summertime is to let go

The Darker half of the year is 

Where my soul longs and lives

Breeding Arrogance VS Mother Earth

 

We breed this arrogance into our bones, like its nothing.

Every drip, every generation, every seed carries this arrogance like it’s our right.

We challenge those who don't have it, who want nothing more than to connect to each other and to the earth.

We see them through eyes of self indulgence, and self importance.

Forgetting that as they inhale, we exhale.

Forgetting that every step we take directly affects those around us.

Even the earth feels our influence.

We wonder why there is this break and pain with the Earth and her people.

It’s because we fanned the flames of self more than we fanned the flames of community and peace.

Find the peace within, regain that connection to Earth and hear her heartbeat.

Feel her breath on your cheek.

Don’t shy away from it when it’s uncomfortable.

Mother Earth deserves to be heard, in all her forms and fashions.

Mother Earth is the original #metoo survivor and we must believe her for her to heal.

For us to heal.

For us to prosper and be the balance we were made for.

There is no Earth without us, and no us without Earth.