Tag: naturewalks
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Winters Presence
“Frosted Elegy” The forest hums with the language of light,where winter etches its story on every branch.Each twig, a quiet rebellionagainst the weight of time,against the ache of endings. The sun leans in, tender and golden,warming what the frost holds sacred.The air is alive with whispers,a hymn to stillness,a song for the wanderer who dares…
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From the Depths Within
Dear Wanderer, To live from the marrow, to reach where the soul meets the divine, to draw forth the fire that God planted, and let it burn—not for the world to see, but to feel. To feel it in the quiet rhythm of your breath, in the weight of your steps on this holy, uneven…
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Anticipating Sunday …
Dear Wanderer, Tonight, the air is steeped in quiet, a cold expectancy that stretches across the fields and settles deep into the bones of the earth. The temperature will fall to 24 degrees, and I can only wonder how the morning will rise—what shape the light will take, what story the wind will carry. The…
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Winter Beneath the Hawthorn
Dear Wanderer, The Green Hawthorn holds its vigil, its branches a quiet offering to the winter sky, still adorned with a scattering of crimson berries— the last gifts of the year. They shine like tiny flames against the muted tapestry of Tennessee’s December. . The land is bare, yet alive, the air brisk with a…
Field Notes of a Wanderer 