A Woman Reflected in Woods
A woman in light, undressing herself as the tress do… by Therese Halscheid
A woman in light, undressing herself as the tress do… by Therese Halscheid
A moment.
Eyes darting from side to side, in this wilderness. Feels illegal, to feel this good.
I want to be in the sensuality of existence, where I belong. Inside the subtleties of the smallest moments. The slightest of movement. Of touch.
Pushed through to grace and depth and purpose.
truth is real, fear is false, love highest law, the future is ours to create, unga bunga, call for thinkers, banking on the afterlife
Extraordinary beauty is in the eye and the jaded eye can see what is. Neurosis and fearlessness are part of the way, but they both get played out.
This is not the time to be afraid. Down the road of nobody knows. Things will get infinitely more complex. Take the next step.
It’s about fear. It’s about trust. It’s about fear. It’s about trust. It’s about fear. It’s about trust. It’s about fear. It’s about trust.
You Can’t Stop the Sun From Shining. True but you can either sit in the umbrageous umbrage of a luxuriant treecrown or on a log-built bench in the sun like a mottled umber.
or in a tree house. or anywhere else.
by Jennifer Elster