• Imbibing, Distilling


    “… Get up, girl! The tent won’t fold itself back into your pack! I move slowly, desperately trying to be the tropical creature at home in the cold. Then, a few paces from where I am, like clockwork, these two sit by the fire and talk a great deal about what I’d deem to be ‘the essentials.’ The shared bits and pieces of well-lived lives and the accompanying wisdom they don’t realize they’re distilling makes for great dreams in the evenings and is like washing one’s face in cool, sweet water in the morning. Many ask why I love walking with these two so much and I can only shrug my shoulders thinking of how many journals I’d fill up if I lived and walked with them a bit longer.” ~ Nash Tysmans

    in your walk that has taken on epic proportions
    in the number of social media followers, they
    whose envy is as green as the tallest forest guardian’s
    leaves, you have brought thoreau’s pared-down
    solitude closer to heart and our grimy hearths.
    our complex lives, our even more complicated relationships
    are dwarfish compared to the simplicity
    you are teaching us with each step, each stop

    girl, continue to teach us
    to drink from the cup
    of unvarnished truth
    with only your clear seer’s eye
    reflected, beautiful in its changing hues
    of sky blue and ash gray


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