For spring break I had the joyful opportunity to travel to Lake Santeetlah with outdoor programs and enjoy true community, enriched with conversation, adventure, relaxation, cooking, and mindfulness. I took photographs of the sunrises, sunsets and all the in between. During the in between one day I took time out to sit and journal, which led to poetry, which led to a drawing. This trust in self led to extended trust from a friend on the trip, who encouraged me to begin blogging my creative reflection of my life, resulting in this butterfly jar.

  

“It is here I am home”

Amongst the secondary trilogy of

tangerine sunrises

violent storm clouds

and emerald waters

it is here I am home

my soul rests with the drifting hawk

over the barren winter mountain while

nestled close to the lavender blossoms

It is here I am home

I make friends with the soft humming bees

and the playful dancing butterflies

that welcome my gaze

It is here I am home

the light within me reaches to touch every cranny of our

gypsy peninsula

which in the as colorful as its visiting souls

it is here I am home

Life’s truest meanings embody the currents

and grace the sandy shores

it is here I am home

The art of doing nothing reveals everything

forgiving my confused past self, embracing the present and

forfeiting knowledge of the future

it is here I am home