Tag Archives: natures voice
Too many words….
from Diary of a Mad hatter P. R. Lowe, May 30, 2020 Too many voices Too many words Too many lies pushing to be heard….. If you must talk to someone, speak with the trees…better yet just sit with them … Continue reading
…if only with the moon
from Diary of a Mad Hatter, P. R. LOWE , May 24, 2020 The ravens speak to me from the trees…the world is still and quiet…a heaviness hangs in the air. Sunlight and moisture dance together around the forest floor … Continue reading
The Great Equalizer & HAPPY EQUINOX!
Someone recently remarked to me that the current “buggeroo” .that is having its way with most of the world (I shall not name it, claim it or put it on a leash and walk it about!) was the great equalizer…much … Continue reading
Something Else (Diary of A Mad Hatter)
sometime in late august… where is everybody? no ravens. no birds. only a lone squirrel. The birds have been scant for some time. is it the season? are they off doing more important stuff? fluffing there nests for winter? or … Continue reading
Heart of the Wild
To this day my spiritual life is found inside the heart of the wild. I do not fear it. I court it. When I am away (from it) I anticipate my return, needing to touch stone, rock, water, the … Continue reading
Old Tree
copyright © May 18, 2016 by P. R. Lowe Old tree if you could talk to me what would it be? all sadness and gloom or is there room for peace and joy? a smile? or is the guile of … Continue reading
State of Being {Awakening Acorn}
copyright February 11, 2016 by P. R. Lowe The land is sacred. One has only to walk upon it to know that. {I feel compelled to add, “often enough and long enough, in awareness of where one truly is.”} There … Continue reading
The Wind That Rocks!
Copyright © February 2, 2016 by P. R. Lowe The wind that rocks the scrubby pine it isn’t yours nor is it mine You may hold it in a turbine or mix it in a glass with something weird inside … Continue reading
