Tempest

The tempest it rages deep in my soul, Tossing, turning, burning, on a bed of hot coal. It screams, it cries, longing to escape, No longer sleeping, this mighty force is wide awake. It is the itch that can find no relief,  It is the unsettled feelings of longing and disbelief. It’s the eyes that…

Doesn’t Fucking Matter

In the end, it does not matter.   I know a lot of different kinds of people. I know folks with money, and without. I know folks who are uptight and snobby, and I know folks who are down to earth and overly giving. I know earth muffins, mother-Goddesses and crunchy granolas. I know avid outdoorsman…

The Hike

I have come to realize that I hike like I am headed to war. I mean, really, I am loaded with weapons, emergency supplies, a determination and a verve. I find a rhythm of mind and body and I just go. I tend to focus on the path, head down with intent. I know I…