Meandering Mama

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[meanderingmama]

Tendrils of light among ancient giants and the sea. “No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It’s not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.” — John Steinbeck https://www.instagram.com/p/Cbx64IBPsj2OMMcILWYYPK-PB3e9yytC9DFjp40/?utm_medium=tumblr

[meanderingmama]

The hotsprings vortex

[meanderingmama]

Always feels cool as fuck to get out on the water.

[meanderingmama]

Sweet medicine water.

#hotsprings

[meanderingmama]

She’s best left wild and free.

[meanderingmama]

Sometimes I

I feel far

Far away

From my home

And sometimes I

I am lonely but sometimes

I like the way i roam

Sometimes I

I pace forward

I pace back, yeah

Bending, breaking

Tall grass shaking

Beneath my weight yeah yeah

Sometimes I

I get stuck inbetween

Between my love for the jester

Or my love for the queen

Sometimes I

I see your eyes

Across the roof, yeah

Fading, narrow

Bonesharp arrow

Harbouring, yeah

Sometimes I

I am tired of being alone

And I know sometimes I'll be mighty baby

And I'll sit upon your thrown

Knocked me over

Freightrain lover

Chew me up and spin me out

Tiny spout and muddy river

Whisper softer softer

Sometimes I

I need my skin to touch the breeze

And Sometimes I

I found beauty brings me down

Down to my knees

And sometimes I don't know where I am going

And I don't care

And sometimes I need my roots

And sometimes i need my essence

Sometimes I am far away...

~Rising Appalachia

[meanderingmama]

In my happy place.

[meanderingmama]

His gaze says everything about him.

[meanderingmama]

Somewhere over the rainbow in Alaska.

[meanderingmama]

River time with my sweet girl.

[meanderingmama]

Oh this good life. ✨

[meanderingmama]

Roaming wild.

[meanderingmama]

Portals to pleasure

[meanderingmama]

My pleasures come in simple forms.

[meanderingmama]

The wildflowers are doing their thing, while the mosquitoes swoop in for the kill.

[meanderingmama]

Last night the river felt Jurassic, if I didn’t know better I would have sworn dinosaurs were lurking in the mist.

[meanderingmama]

Serenity in its purest form