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I by far am the happiest I can be when I am in the mountains. The fresh air. The cool temperatures. The sun, wind, rain and snow. The high elevation. The views. The space. The skiing, climbing, cycling, hiking and camping. All of that feeds me. Feeds my body. Shaping me and it. Forging me into the person I love to be. This poem series is about that transformation. About my body,… Read More
I by far am the happiest I can be when I am in the mountains. The fresh air. The cool temperatures. The sun, wind, rain and snow. The high elevation. The views. The space. The skiing, climbing, cycling, hiking and camping. All of that feeds me. Feeds my body. Shaping me and it. Forging me into the person I love to be. This poem series is about that transformation. About my body,… Read More
I by far am the happiest I can be when I am in the mountains. The fresh air. The cool temperatures. The sun, wind, rain and snow. The high elevation. The views. The space. The skiing, climbing, cycling, hiking and camping. All of that feeds me. Feeds my body. Shaping me and it. Forging me into the person I love to be. This poem series is about that transformation. About my body,… Read More
When I started this blog, I thought it was a good idea to start with a few things about me. Lacking creativity I subsumed my existence into 10 bullet points. Later in my PC experience I wrote a post about my current status. Interested in the transformation of my self identification, I want to continue these ‘about me’ posts. This reflection and intrigue all began with an identity map experience we did earlier in PST. … Read More
Water turns to snow and the earth begins its glow. A blanket swaddles the earth, except cold and not of the hearth. We animals seek refuge inside. Afraid of summer’s winter bride. Waiting, we try to survive. Only some are able to thrive. They are those who dealt with the froze. They are those who find the first rose.
November, a time of transition. As the earth cools, the leaves change and fall. Winter comes to fruition. Rain turns to snow as a white blanket falls upon the earth. Casually caressing the land with its frigid glow. As the earth experiences change, we too participate in transformation. Growing stronger, growing smarter, with each and every exchange. We become in tune with the earth. Using her gift to add flame to the… Read More
Teddy Dondanville 