I seldom find spaces I feel fit my heart, but in nature that is not the case…
The pleasure and joy and deep knowing of belonging, of being where you're meant to be; that is what this is about.
by Jesse James
I lost my life in the trees,
buried beneath the moonbeams.
This is my home.
Where words writ come to pass or exist.
They embrace me.
And the moon,
she shines, laughing at me.
Whispered breaths of the soil,
squished beneath toes,
warm within my footprints;
Proof of cities left behind.
They tell me I've arrived.
Here in this space where I belong.
Jesse James: (pronouns: they/them) An equal blend of mystical myth & science, 25 year old Jesse James is a writer & creatrix of many things. The owner of Artemisian Artes & member/founder of The Creating Conscious Arts Collective, they use their voice to promote holistic wellness and inclusive activism & advocacy. An individual of many roles, they are invested in a different project and cause for each day. Their mission is to make that around them more beautiful, or at the very least, to help others see things that already were in that way. You can find more of their writing at The Tattooed Buddha, Rebelle Society & Elephant Journal; or send your submissions their way as the newest editorial intern at Some Talk Of You & Me. Find my writings on Facebook here.
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