Cry with me, Mother, and let our teardrops turn to rock. You can strike me until I shatter into a million pieces: I will become the sands

I see the forests worshipped in their tall grandeur shading families from the scorching sun... From Colombia to Lenapehoking, this is Home 

Take me back to North Beach so I can float on the waters, my body forming a bare cross... surrendered to the All Powerful 

The deep clouds have brought their storms, both destruction and nourishment bring about change, for one must die to be reborn

The wind sends her whispers... Traveling through time itself to speak wisdoms and fill our hearts, we stood there listening to this language

The Rain Dancer and the Fire Sprite, the most perfect duet: our feet kiss the Earth, the wind sings in our ears, rain drops dance on the

Do not ask me to choose between the sun and the moon, between night and day, between earth and sky and water... for I could never choose...

Give me humid warmth and sunlight with occasional mists and I will grow without roots or rains, asking for little, giving everything

I shelter not from thunderstorms but run into the heavy downpour arms outstretched, I laugh gleefully like a lovesick drunkard...

My awakening is Namaqualand in August. I am bleeding orange, pink escapes from my lips, purple appears in my dreams at night...

If she does not venture out, if she is not brave, does she live whilst missing the greatest parts of life that make life worth living?

I am the vulture lurking in the shadows, watching the world in quiet wisdom...

Kiss me in the warm summer rain and it will be as if a thousand faces kiss my skin... Adorned with diamond droplets the world clings to my..

Brave is that druid who risked its life to render the most magnificent, exquisite bloom...

Most magnificent and terrifying, standing at the precipice of death, giving birth to new life: the ultimate gift, the ultimate sacrifice

Freedom. I have been chasing after her for more than a decade. She is as elusive and mysterious as she is entrancing

I feel no greater peace than walking among the dead, treading above bones deep in the ground laid to rest in the arms of Mother Earth...

Coming to the South I wonder, where did all the stories go? Like a giant library the marsh mud holds legends of old times, the trees...

Sunshine feels like warm arms outstretched: embrace; warm breath of life; fuzzy hug... melting into calm, the feeling of safety...

Sun streaks peak through the blanket of clouds, painting the sky with rainbows: there is no color like the smell of damp earth. We dance...