Long have I lead my life with a great love for the oceans. Such fascination with raw power, a power that pinnacles nature in her utmost form. This power is beyond anything else to cradle within the natural earth, over massing the green and metal of our world. Such beauty radiates beyond the shores of sand. In time I began to look beyond the blue of the water, and was drawn into the green of the land. So simple. Yet so perfectly adapted for mankind. My mother had always loved plants, and at the harvest of my shame I turned to plants for solace. The very world around me was bringing me back. Therapy given simply by sustaining life; a beautiful testament.
Such seeds of worship blossomed, it began to cloak me in time of great distress. Unknowingly nature was breathing life into me again. I was born to it. Moulded by it. The weight of my past stayed my feet, and I was left behind, but this new vision of life is the breaker of chains. I’m blessed to find happiness in the colour of the earth, to appreciate that which can be dictated none other than by the higher power. I do stray between worlds, between thoughts and emotions. As is it to be, as long as my body is human. But at the end of things the earth in which we breath and walk has all I need to find my way. Today is blue skies, warm. I’m thinking of my honey, of breakfast, and the grass beneath my toes. sacredkin
