Pondering and poetry by heidi viars
Far in the mountains, way up real high Where the soil turns hard as stone, Where cold grey meets the blue of the sky A strong and rare tree had grown. The roots drew deep, despite the tough ground Through hardened circumstances Strove and…
I walk into the dreary day – I try to see the sun. For answers and the healing pray. I walk – keep pressing on. ~ I walk though fog, I walk through rain. I walk through wind and snow. I know that I…
I got out of the car and was looking so forward to the stillness and maybe a few good shots with my camera. Not far into the walk, I realized I was in some serious trouble. The entire path was covered in ice and…
Here in Wisconsin each season of the year is distinct with its beauty and challenges. For a person who loves to be outside walking and hiking, winter can be harsh and downright cruel. The weather has no problem locking pour souls in cozy prison,…
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