Spring in the Swamp
just a few words...mostly captures.
March 21, 2025
This is where I come to find the REAL me. The world wears me down during the week. Carefully keeping my mask in place to get through the day in public. Coming home to the farm everyday helps but it’s the swamp that has my heart and soul and always will. The swamp is where I can let my hair down and embrace my inner swamp witch.
The songs of the birds echoes more melodically off the water down here. The sunlight bouncing off the water makes the new spring leaves of the maples and oaks glow. To sit still and just observe everything around me, energizes me like nothing else.
Since I started honoring the ethereal in this swamp, she has reciprocated by leaving rounded sandstone rocks along my walking path. I usually put them in my pockets and stack them on the steps of the sanctuary when I get back, but today I decided to build a little cairn under Daughter Magnolia at the end of the old bridge embankment which is currently surrounded by water. I’ve also started bringing along birdseed which I leave in an indention of Mother Oak who fell during Idalia in 2023 and is one of my favorite “sit spots”. Reciprocity abounds in this swamp.
I hope you enjoyed this quick check-in. The world has become an overwhelming place lately. Find a place in nature where you can restore your inner peace and serenity.
Blessings,
💜B💜
Thank you Becki. This writing made my heart sing.
Becki, Becki, Becki! I was on a spree to delete posts I didn't have time to read. I had reached about thirty in a row when I saw that it was your posting. I was immediately rewarded with an image of your long, brushed-out hair, a glint in your beguiling, wild, witchy eyes, and your lovely smile hiding secrets. Just a few words is perfect for me today. Thanks for the lovely captures of your beloved swamp and trees! My heart soars. See you at five and next Wednesday. Virtual hugs!