Opt Outside

I’ve always found the outdoors to be a spiritual experience, to be “my church” so to speak. If God is chillin’, I figure he’s closer in the open air than I’ve ever felt to him in a building, crowded with people. Experiencing a beautiful place, giving thanks for it, recognizing the air in my lungs and how good my body feels – this is its own kind of worship and I turn to it frequently. This is a rabbit hole (and a poem I’ve been working on for a very long time) I’ll save for now – but regardless, I’m big on being outside. Enjoy the snippet below!

Mother

Is it any wonder that Mother held me,
tucked me into her wilds
petal soft against my cheek?
“It’s okay to be free, child.”
Chase the wind in your hair,
catch the sun on your skin,
and dig for the ache in your bones.

Is it any wonder that Mother held me,
when Father told me no?

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