Blue Jay

It's amazing what a week in the woods will do for your soul.
I'm surrounded by many, but truly alone on this journey.
Surrounded by hundreds, maybe thousands of trees.
Critters, scurry and stop as they pass me.
They can tell I'm truly a gentle soul, a light soul.
Words surround me, but all I hear is the chirping of a Blue Jay outside of my window.
So many young women looking up to me, but I'm not sure of the role model I am.
I've loved, I've lost... I've been hurt, and done hurting.

At night the crickets chirp,
A white owl pirches herself on the top of my cabin.
She is beautiful.

She sings me to sleep.
It's the small things