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Motivational messages and stories planted in an open field of daily growth. Written within multiple forests in North and South Carolina. The empowerment of true growth begins with listening to the whispers in the wind.
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Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation
A huge spring storm is about to bust loose on this forest. It's swirling in circles like that of a hurricane but it's much too early for such a thing. The forest is leaning in to prepare for the worst. Human's tend to run indoors to watch the storm from a window or an app. I can't control what plays out inside this collection of trees. I am only a poet in a forest.
Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation
So many seasons of growth for this one family of deer. The innocence of the early moments before walking. Learning how to blend into the forest floor to not be so easily identified. Within minutes this new seed will deepen it's story while discovering the creek leading to the lake. None of this was here in 1997! Then I heard in my heart, "Plant trees. Many many trees." Then nature began a new story.
Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation
A shadowy gloominess lurks within the forest this new sun. Normally I've got too much in the ways of rays of light. The forest has felt moody as of late. As if to be searching for something. And I often wonder if it's appearance is actually a reflection of where we presently stand.
Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation
Blinded by the rising sun. My writing forced to stop. So often we use these interruptions as a way of getting angry or disappointed. When in reality it could be the universe teaching you how to walk and stop running.
Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation
A tree never stops shedding its leaves and branches. Experts say its a tree's way of conserving water. The tree is constantly sending out signals to cells. Because this is a forest I don't allow myself to humanize it. Those fallen leaves and branches are extremely important to other living things on the surface especially when it comes to feeding its own roots.
Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation
Waking up to a spring storm. The trees and other living things appear to be prepared to receive. They act like they're listening. Their roots require a good down pour. My thoughts wander. What about our roots? We're constantly running! What if these trees could openly move like the snakes and deer below?
Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation
I started from scratch. Planting bulbs. Colocasia Esculenta or Elephant Ears. I'm willing to watch them in whatever is their presence in the present. To receive from their paths of moving forward. Learning the language of this forest. A partner in the process of receiving. Only to ask, "What am I giving back?"
Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation
Colder weather usually means the mice are moving indoors. The average home has 5 to 6 and requires 3 months to get fully get rid of them. Is there a positive about mice? They are a totem animal and they do bring messages about how we warehouse not just materialistic things but emotional connections.
February 7, 2024 A huge building storm is all around us. Animal behavior in the forest is set on calm. The hawk is screeching in the sky while the deer eat one bite at a time. It's the clouds that are moving, as if to be ice skating across the Carolina sky. The human sees rain in the forecast and cancels their plans for the day. We'll watch from our multiple windows hoping for the sun to reappear quickly. We all face storms. Not just the weather outdoors. Meteorologists can't stop a southern rain storm but we can listen to our mental storms. We feel them approaching and for some reason the calling is to push them away. To observe from the inner windows. It's time to start listening. To identify with the triggers while locating forgiveness.
Weather is beyond our control. When it turns bad we prepare by taking shelter. What about our mental storms? Are we given fair warning before being brutalized by a system of change? Learning how to listen, predict and prepare are issues that shouldn't be set aside. It's not out of sight out of mind. There's a reason why you had that tornado dream last night.
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