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👩🏾‍🎨 To quote Erykah Badu: “I am an artist and I’m sensitive about my ish…” ⠀ But in this time of social isolation I …

👩🏾‍🎨 To quote Erykah Badu: “I am an artist and I’m sensitive about my ish…”

But in this time of social isolation I am hard pressed for a creative release. Among other things, I am a spoken word artist. I wrote a piece for my environmental science class with the hope of performing it in the weekly fall poetry slam. That never happened and while I got an “A” on the assignment, darn it, the universe will hear me out! So in the spirit of “Speak in it” from my vision board, fudge that ish, this my page, so I am sharing it here (objectors scroll on):

Reflections in Nature

Drought parched the soil my soles traveled two hours to explore.
I abhorred the crimes of man made designs through complacency
we inflict… consistently.

Our estranged element of water returned last night drizzling Mother Earth.
For what it’s worth, I thank G-d
But with the scarcity of water,
a shower, wasn’t enough.

I wonder what this place could have been before the quicksilver mine.
Imagine the biodiversity loss if we went back in time.

Yet today it is a park.
The source of mental rest and recuperation. G-d bless the occupation that rescues green spaces.
Because without this we would be quarantine confined
to our homes loosing our minds.

Nature reminds us of our obligations to share this world with our wildlife neighbors.

Through observations we acknowledge both it’s fragility and resiliency, given just the smallest bit of mindfulness, maintenance, and care.

Today I smelled the dew on the breeze through the trees. I chased the sounds of birds and sought bugs burrowing the turf. With my lens, I worshiped the green, the brown, the living, and the downed. There was a chill to my exposed skin. Autumn temperatures are finally in!

I discovered a dried up stream. It was a graveyard of disposition and erosion’s dream.

I snapped pictures of chipmunks, squirrels, deer, and woodpeckers from sunrise to the storm clouds suppressed the sunshine.

I reveled in the sound of our steps mingled with the screeches in the air then came along the laughter, cadence of jogging feet and baby cries of my fellow humans also there.

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