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  • Writer's pictureGinny Wolf

Fresh Air

None of your knowledge, your reading, your connections will be of any use here: two legs suffice, and big eyes to see with. Walk alone, across mountains or through forests. You are nobody to the hills or the thick boughs heavy with greenery. You are no longer a role, or a status, not even an individual, but a body, a body that feels sharp stones on the paths, the caress of long grass and the freshness of the wind. When you walk, the world has neither present nor future: nothing but the cycle of mornings and evenings. Always the same thing to do all day: walk. But the walker who marvels while walking (the blue of the rocks in a July evening light, the silvery green of olive leaves at noon, the violet morning hills) has no past, no plans, no experience. He has within him the eternal child. While walking I am but a simple gaze. ~ Frédéric Gros

I am a kind word uttered and repeated By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the Blue tent upon the green carpet. I am the daughter of the elements With whom Winter conceived; To whom Spring gave birth; I was Reared in the lap of Summer and I Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze

To announce the coming of light;

At eventide I join the birds

In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with

My beautiful colors, and the air

Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of

Night watch over me, and as I

Awaken I stare at the sun, which is

The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to

The voices of the birds, and dance

To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;

I am the memory of a moment of happiness;

I am the last gift of the living to the dead;

I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,

And never look down to see my shadow.

This is wisdom which man must learn. ~ Khalil Gibran

The earth laughs in flowers! ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

The hills are exploding with plants. There is a very short window here in the hills and Mother Nature does not mess around. I totally see why the Lakota consider these hills sacred, but then all land is sacred. Its like a huge pharmacy/grocery store here right now. Everywhere you look. Very inspiring. I am truly blessed to live here.

I always have good intentions to keep my website stocked and write these blogs a few times a month....... but........ I always forget how busy it gets this time of year. Keeping the studio open 6 days a week and keeping everything stocked. Not enough hours in the day.

This past winter the area around Cheyenne Crossing had over 300 inches of snow! Yikes, I guess it was a good year to go south. The up side of this is the forest is so happy and green! The rivers are flowing, the birds are singing. All the forest creatures are having babies. Its a really nice balance in these uncertain times. I'm still singing my morning songs and saying my prayers for the planet. There is a Canadian Goose family that follows me around the pond every morning. I think they think I'm singing to them. I guess I am.

Its good to be back in my little studio. Its overflowing right now with all I made last winter and continue to create now.

Please be sure to check out my website shop. I spent all day yesterday adding lots of wonderful new treasures. This time of year if you see something you love don't wait. Everything moves fast and I am eternally grateful!

Here's an old favorite. Quicksilver Messenger Service ~ Fresh Air. This is a live version from Winterland in San Francisco. I spent many wonderful times at Winterland. It was pure magic.

Another flash from the past. Ten Years After ~ Id Love To Change The World

Have a great week my friends. OXO

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