Seeing more

The Conscious mind is creative and expresses our wishes and desires.

I am purposefully seeking more. I want to see beyond what others see.
In living life this way, I have more energy and, paradoxically, need less from other sources.
Here, I am filled.

Strawberries, anyone?

Which way is North?

Does the shedding of the old make way for the new?

Does the stark contrast appear heavy?
Does the moss seem to ridicule the pronouncement of the grooves in the bark?

The purple has long faded, but the barbs remain, ready to snag a ride to a new terrain.

Why is this tree twisted? What was it trying to escape?

Want to slide down this one?

Another walker rushed past me this morning. I wonder what she was chasing?
Me, I'm chasing beauty, but one must walk slow to catch it!

The Return

Does the scent of petricor give you energy even though the day is dark and dismal?

Do you know the scent of long, lost love returning and how its presence grips you with uncontrollable emotion? 

Do you know the feel of the first drops of raining love that melts the icy winter heart?
Is the sting from the frigid depths of the heart being touched or from the coolness of the softening moisture?

Does the red of new bark bring hope?
Does the "primavera" show the passage of time?

Do you know the sight of forlorn hope that never lets go?

Does the sight of the decrepit fill you with compassion?
Does a woman ever stop longing for love?

Do lumps and curves make you laugh?

Do you know the sudden laugh as rain pours down your neck?

Do you know the difference between rain drops and willows bursting forth on the branch's tender end?

Do you know the wicked smile at the delightful knowledge that the shovel will be soon returned to its secluded location in the garage?