Chosen by Her

A Refuge in Nature Observations

You can let beauty immerse you, if you let her in.

You can be the beholder of life.

To notice life is to witness beauty.

To know Her is to be chosen by Her.

She only becomes you..

when you appreciate.

when you observe.

when you gratify.

A place of refuge. A place of sanctuary becomes with the mind you seek Her in.

She is always here. She is the womb, the cradle that holds us and nurtures us. Without her we’d be nonexistent. We’d be lost in space. We should be so grateful. Your breath and fascinations are no mistake. You are chosen. You have been chosen to emerge more life and breath for a world that endlessly yearns for it.

Promise me this. That this place will be eternally becoming. A home that is flourishing. So just notice. Notice Her. She will not be so bountiful without your whistles and sunflower seeds and sugar and water. Offer up to her and she will give you eternal life.

Some things are felt in the blood. They never lie.

The world is longing for romance. I think it needs it to survive. What have we stripped from this earth, from our thoughts? How can we build with no imagination, no source of beauty? Where is inspiration? It’s all just the drag, the acceptance of a utilitarian “there’s nothing much more” life.

We can only take this journey to together. The return of flourishing lands.

I’ll meet you at the foot of the mountain.

With love and life,

Melody