We have experienced so much together, and yearn for even more, as another magical moon rises in a quiet and peaceful forest. The images of our past remind us of the love and joy we shared with each other. The future holds the promise of untold riches of an inseparable union, as we continue the glorious voyage side by side.
Back to the Artwork pageWe have experienced so much together, and yearn for even more, as another magical moon rises in a quiet and peaceful forest. The images of our past remind us of the love and joy we shared with each other. The future holds the promise of untold riches of an inseparable union, as we continue the glorious voyage side by side.
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Resist the temptation and directives to place nation and self before others. Search out the glowing light in others, and lift it up for all to see. The land takes its rest from sunbaked skies, and blankets itself in quilts of white and crystal shimmer. Be open to others and embrace the changes they also bring to our lives. We are of one family on this planet, and will only dance with the joy of acceptance when we resist the move towards isolation.
Dusk descends on all who dwell on this magical island. The fragile birch absorbs the fleeting warmth of sunlit days gone by. The lunar orb is illuminated by reflective light which guide nocturnal creatures to unknown shadows. Relax, reflect, and renew in the calming spirit of the Manitoulin moonlight.
Awaken before the rise of the sun. Listen through the ascending shroud for the call of the loon and the splash of the otter. Breathe in the early morn as paddle strokes caress placid waters, and absorb all that is offered in the Temagami mist.
I hear the world differently than you. Visual cues present themselves, and guide me in ways unknown to most. I hear rustling leaves through oscillating shimmer, as they dance to an East wind’s command. The splash of a Northern Pike delights me, as ripples radiate then fade to still waters. A loon’s crimson eyes rise and fall in royal splendour, as its lonely call brushes my soul. Night falls as ashen shadows and azure skies cloak reflective silence. All who bear witness unite in my world. I am not alone in the presence of the night birch.
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