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EARTH'S CHAPEL by Nancy Carlson

Being outside in winter, is important to me…

It helps me connect with the earth and its grounded-ness. So I hike, snow or no snow, and bundle up…so happy to walk in the cold crisp air. I find myself listening to the silence and easily letting go of my daily, more materialist life. Metaphors and contemplation abound! Spirit is more tangible, if that is even possible. I feel at home, inside and outside. And when I return to my daily life, I feel steadier, clearer, happy and more connected to my true self and the Divine. So, for me, it is Earth’s Chapel…and from this a poem was born!

Photography by the author, Nancy Carlson

Earth’s Chapel
Nancy Carlson

Hiking through and around
Pine groves and water.
Birds collecting bits of nourishment
And my favorite,
The sound of the wind at the top of the trees,
Protecting us from the cold.

Such strength, they have
Steadiness, quietness
A big embrace
On this crisp, shadowy day.

Spirits of nature appear as chickadees
Water running quietly under ice
Moving slowly, yet surely
Cushions of pine needles
And crunchy brown leaves
Hills and valleys, ahead and behind.

A visit with Mother Nature, the Earth
Listening to the sounds
Feeling its support
From under my hiking boots
And all around.

‘Tis the season of hibernation
Quiet, inward-bound
Grounding, steady and still.

These trees are Lovers
And do what they know is True
So many paths, so many cycles,
Life repeating life.

Noticing the presentness of this day
The fleetingness of everything
Nothing to stop, or make, or do.

Grateful for this expression of life
Reflecting the temporary
And the Eternal One
A living, breathing Chapel of Life.

Photography by the author, Nancy Carlson

Nancy Carlson: "I am an evolving poet, writing mostly as reflection, contemplation. But most recently, as a student of bhakti-yoga, as an expression of my devotion. I work as an Ayurvedic Lifestyle Consultant, Integrative Health/Wellness Nurse Coach, yoga/meditation teacher and Reiki Master. You may contact me on Facebook here or via my website 'Joyful Healing' here

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