Fading like fireflies, rushing past our destiny, we lose...

When the birds once more are singing and the blaring metal monsters stopped screaming, I have found...

The traveler has no home. They belong to everyone and no one. But I, the tree, grow roots to shade...

And there where I saw his bones in the everflow of the marsh, I wondered: Is he at rest? The waters flowing right through...

Why have you left your Turtle Island home and spread your arms over Mzansi, our land of gold and sunshine turned silver frost. Will this winter wonderland become our hungerland? 

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...

Will you be my jacaranda in October? Maybe it’s fall because the leaves are falling. Maybe it’s fall because I am falling. Maybe it’s spring because we say it is. A time to be alive, to...

Oktobermaand is Pretoria showered in carpets of violet. Take me to the Southern hemisphere so that you and I can bathe once more in Spring where everything turns....

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

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...

Just like the soul that reveals itself in a fleeting dream only to be buried once more in consciousness... Whomever is learned in the wisdoms of life will know where to find me: My greatest treasures...

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

Each day is full of endless possibility: She gives so much if you only dare to See. In Nature’s eye there is no right or wrong, there is only...

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

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