So many people believe that we are the Guardians of the earth, the Caretakers of the planet. The truth is, if we weren’t here, the planet would thrive, and so would every living and growing thing upon it. Maybe we should think about that.
We aren’t the Guardians.
We aren’t the Caretakers.
We are the Destroyers.
When it’s over, it’s over,
and we don’t know
any of us,
what happens then.
So try not to miss anything.
I think, in my whole life,
I have never missed
The full moon
or the slipper of its coming back.
Or, a kiss.
Well, yes, especially a kiss.
–May Oliver
have
you
ever
noticed
how
much
you
expand
when
you’re
happy
it’s
as
if
your
body
can’t
contain
all
the
joy
your
shoulders
are
thrown
back
your
head
is
up
your
spine
is
straight
there’s
a
smile
on
your
face
and
you
feel
part
of
everything
have
you
ever
noticed
how
you
shrink
into
yourself
when
you’re
sad
or
afraid
your
shoulders
arch
forward
your
head
is
bowed
your
back
is
bent
there’s
a
frown
on
your
forehead
and
you
feel
small
isolated
next
time
I
feel
sad
I’m
going
to
throw
back
my
shoulders
lift
up
my
head
sit
up
straight
smile
and
grow
back
into
my
happiness
Watercolor pencil
MELANIE’S POETRY BOOK IS ON SALE AS OF RIGHT NOW! Book and Kindle, available. Check it out! So very exciting!!!
So I’ve finally done it… I published a small collection of poetry. 😀 YAY!!
I have to admit I’m a bit anxious as well as extremely excited!
If you are so inclined you may purchase a copy as follows:
Print version available directly from createspace
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http://www.boredpanda.com/ancient-tree-photography-beth-moon/
So much strength and power in these amazing photographs. The years have taken their toll, but the tree remain beautiful and undeterred.
Our individuality is all, all, that we have.
There are those who barter it for security,
those who repress it for what they believe is the betterment
of the whole society,
but blessed in the twinkle of the morning star
is the one who nurtures and rides it,
in grace and love and wit,
from peculiar station to peculiar station
along life’s bittersweet route.
–Tom Robbins
Rethinking Life 
Written
on December 31, 2014