Her Seashell (monochrome) 

She sat there holding a seashell, a woven basket above her head, her hair flowing, one of the tresses tickling that little spot behind her ear,

Her eyelids gently closed, she sits alone, in quiet contemplation, journeying through the Universe that’s inside of her, solitude echoing off the walls around; 

Each day, she would sit under the ancient oak in the meadow, listening to her seashell; sometimes she could hear the wind gently roaring from the ocean,

Leaves drifted down, and little bits of fruit began to fall into her basket, and as the days passed by, she noticed that both her spirit and the basket were fuller, sometimes to the brim; 

At sunrise, and on nights when the moon was shining, she would bathe in its light; and such was this blessed feeling, she wanted to share these gifts with the world- making it a little more beautiful, nourishing the spirit, adding a touch of magic to the surroundings; 

And she longed to share this life’s journey with her true love, once a girl, now a woman . . she has held her heart all along, keeping it safe and tucked away next to the bed of flowers, which she walks amongst each evening, on the way to the great oak; 

To all around her, she appeared as if she was frozen in the stones of time, though there was a river steadily flowing forth from her, hence the peaceful little smile that often graced her lips. 

Lady with a Seashell, monochrome, Bellagio Gardens, Summer 2017 © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography


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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

Like the Wind

Originally I wrote this on July 7th, but since it’s Winter now.. *

Ramblings of a Mad Hatter

You pass through the trees,
Whispering nature’s deepest secrets
Singing the songs of the ancients,
Blessings of eternal truth

You came to me on a winter’s day,
Playfully dancing as snowflakes do,
A frosty bite in the air, you turned my cheeks to blush

Piercing through me, through my very bones,

You tossed the illusion of this world upside down,

As I tossed caution aside,

Opening the window to let you in like nothing before

Nothing less, nothing more

Strong and fierce, you blast the senses,

Creating piles of leaves to truffle through with joy, rain swept sideways, Dorothy flying from Kansas

True to nature, you too are the gentle breeze off the cerulean waters,

Calming my spirit on a sweltering summer’s day,

Sending butterflies twirling, dipping and fluttering, through the meadows of my heart

Kites of all sorts soaring in the skies,

Children below giving you thanks

As they…

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Like the Wind

You pass through the trees,
Whispering nature’s deepest secrets
Singing the songs of the ancients,
Blessings of eternal truth

You came to me on a winter’s day,
Playfully dancing as snowflakes do,
A frosty bite in the air, you turned my cheeks to blush

Piercing through me, through my very bones,

You tossed the illusion of this world upside down,

As I tossed caution aside,

Opening the window to let you in like nothing before

Nothing less, nothing more

Strong and fierce, you blast the senses,

Creating piles of leaves to truffle through with joy, rain swept sideways, Dorothy flying from Kansas

True to nature, you too are the gentle breeze off the cerulean waters,

Calming my spirit on a sweltering summer’s day,

Sending butterflies twirling, dipping and fluttering, through the meadows of my heart

Kites of all sorts soaring in the skies,

Children below giving you thanks

As they hold fast, racing through the grass

Wrap me up, wrap me up and take me..  away we’ll fly,

Wherever we may land is home.

Photo Credit: Flickr.com- Creative Commons- Christos Tsoumplekas
Photo Credit: Flickr.com- Creative Commons- Christos Tsoumplekas