Let Us Be, Still

Come sit beside me in the stillness, amongst tree and sky; 

I want you to feel my heart, and I, yours 💞

A small dwelling in the gardens, by Reinhardswald Forest. A sacred space for silence, stillness, meditation, and healing. For the inner transformation of peace and love. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

Whispers on the Wind

Where do whispered wishes go . . as they sail off on the wind, without form or direction; do you hear them crying out? 

Prayers, once part of this lone dandelion flower in Spring Valley, sailing the winds of the cosmic ocean © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

My, Oh My

My words are tender, as the feelings expressed are that of tenderness.

My eyes are sparkling with passion, as the way I view the world is passionate.

My song is light, as I float in air, rejoining my luminous spirit.

My hair, mussy and all about, as I run through the forest, the wind soaring through me like wildfire.

My heart is mysterious, as you left me in wonder, curious, yearning to know the feeling . .

Photo: From a summer evening stroll at the Botanical Gardens. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography