Musings.

The experience in the moment with nature brings all manner of inner stirrings to the surface. The wind caressing my cheek is fluttering the leaves of a eucalyptus.

Ripples in tide pools move through my heart and I am just as likely to have a poem, prose or verse well up as I step across a small crevice or meander through a rainforest.

I am immersed in all manner of creation, and art emerges in the form it wishes to flow into beingI hope you find enjoyment and more in these offerings