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    Trossachs Woodland Farm and Institute for Applied Leadership & Spirituality

    Restoring & Celebrating Wild Appalachia...

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    The Weight

     Deep eternal sadness pervades

    …..Felt by the woods, now a single tree

    Limbs stretched upward as if to keep the sky from falling

    Overlooking homes with plastic faces  

    Factories manufacture land as “progress” continues to be made

    …..Felt by the girl who silently farms on the Appalachian hillside

    Knees black with dirt she tries, desperate to restore what had been taken

    Root by Root…Seed by Seed….Earth and Hand……

    Piercing the veil that lie between

    Searching for the Source

    ..…She finds the Great Mother

    An immortally stoic presence

    Standing silently weeping …yet still strong and tall

    Roots running so long and very far afield

    Limbs outreaching…

    Aching heart and knowing mind

    She reaches out with her Gift unwavering

    Bestowing light to her dying Mother

    Her gift is met with a sigh…

    Sounding on a passing zephyr

    You are the gift murmured the Great Mother, from you I need no other

    You are a brilliant star among many…balancing the dark of Night

    Life is death and Death is life

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    Hawk

    The Wind and I

    Winter’s nocturnal silence lulls my neighbors to sleep 

    Her rain drops slowly giving over to fresh fallen snow 

    Conjuring memories that remain untold   

    I listen to their sounds appearing like whispers   

    Slipping from the sky with ease   

    Echoing as they land on the now white ground   

    Soon all that was will be transformed   

    By a whirlwind of frantic flurries

    And the night continues on  

    Stars once vibrant are now hidden by the storm 

    Whirling wind and frozen vapor   

    I hear a knock at my door and listen wearily from inside of my Shelter   

    I, unlike my neighbor, do not sleep   

    Tirelessly trying with no found peace   

    The floor has holes and the roof is weeping  

    I have lit a million matches with no return   

    Why am I still here? And why am I not warm?   

     The knocking continues.  I open the door.

    Icy tongue reaches out and licks me

    Cold breath rushes by

    Is it friend or foe?  I think I know

    The Shelter blows to pieces

    Fairy Tale Wedding Venue

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    Fairy Tale Wedding

    Wandering along the forest trail

    Lost in thought

    Leaves crackle underfoot. Winter sky seems pale

    Just a little walk in the woods I find myself thinking

    Much like many others

    Not seeming to find something new to discover

    Up the hill and then back down

    Hearing water trickling I turn and follow the bend

    Suddenly submerged by the understory of pale beach trees

    Leaves flicker like flames in the breeze

    Forming a canopy overhead

    Pale delicate wedding lace unveiled

    Reflecting the image in soft moving water

    A wedding venue fit for the fairy queen

    Were they expecting me?

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