Werifesterians

Werifesteria: (v.) to wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery

Dragonfly fields of summer

          Shimmering dragonflies
hover over the surface of the field
 like God, hovering over the surface of the waters
     so long ago,
              and I know
                 today will be a day for miracles

Trails

with each trail I hike
I gather stones in my pockets,
twigs and moss in my hands

and one day
I will build a small home
made up of all those trails.

Our First Hobbit Day

We had our first ever Hobbit Day at the Farm back in March and just realized I never posted any photos. It was a lovely early spring day, ripe for adventures and good food.

"I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone."
"I should think so — in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!"
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Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.
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Surely you don’t disbelieve the prophecies, because you had a hand in bringing them about yourself? You don’t really suppose, do you, that all your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck, just for your sole benefit? You are a very fine person, Mr. Baggins, and I am very fond of you; but you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all!
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Still round the corner there may wait
 A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
 A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
 West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

Hunting Bigfoot with Jesus, 1

While walking through a dark forest tonight
Leaves beneath my feet
Guiding my path

I came across Jesus
Sitting on a stump
In the black woods.

Jesus
I said, a bit surprised,

What are you doing out here?!

He sat quietly

Do you like night hikes, too?
With the moon casting velvet shadows
And the spring peepers
Providing sweet night music?

Yes
Jesus said.

That's it.
The quiet beauty of
Creation at rest, and all that...

It's certainly not because
I'm out looking for
Bigfoot
Or anything like that.

There was another awkward pause and
Then he said

Well, enjoy your hike.

Jesus is a funny guy, sometimes.

Hidden

The snow falls softly
on the good and the gentle
and we are made one

The sound of crickets

The sound of crickets
is my joy and my anthem
listen, those who choose

~Cindy BK