Hannah Hernandez

Whimsical, fleeting, transforming, evolving, shadow casters.  Born of water, carried on the wind, sparking magic spells in the sky.  Cirrus uncinus whispy tails stretch long.  Cumulonimbus growing, puffing up, warning of stormy times.  Nimbostratus opacus obscuring light, hiding the day, foreboding rain.  Altocumulus undulatus ripples of waves, airy dunes up high.

Hallowed waters birthing our becoming.

Cradle of inspiration.

Sojourn of the soul.

Ripples of silver stars shimmer and dance.

Iridescent mirror reflecting cosmic origination.

Sweet siren song, melodious calling, come forth.

Honeyed merging of Sky and Earth.

Expansive tempest, embracing the horizon.

Slivers of light illuminate, penetrate.

Wilde howl born on cresting waves.

Frosty spray washing all anew.

Hallowed waters, infinite being.

Simple beauty, smile of the flower, warms every heart, and brightens the most grey day.  Delicate strength breaches winter's frosty stare to blossom early in the spring.  Delicious delight, feast for the eyes, always a wonderful surprise.

Isolated island, carved by ice and wind, molded by fire and water.  Seething, roiling, frothing, and exploding raw cataclysmic energy center.  Vast exposed, jagged edged lava fields, eviscerate the soul.  Cauldron of transformation, once visited, once held close, nothing will ever be the same.

Alluring adventure calls my name to go exploring, to scramble talus slopes, to thrash through Devil's Club and Stinging Nettles, to clamor over boulders, to peer oh so slowly over the precipice, and languidly repose on a bed of rock.  Silent guardians hold the treasure of self discovery, wilderness sojourn divulges profound truths.  Pinnacle of rock thrust from the depths of the Earth merges with the sky, the soul wanderer finds comfort in the nested perch.   

Mountains call to the soul in the silence. Between the frantic pace of doing and the ceaseless chatter of the mind there is space, a sliver of stillness. In this briefest of interludes the mountains call. Come my child we have something to share with you, we have wisdom for you to experience and absorb. Some mountains call for years even when we keep ignoring them. The call endures just as rock endures the torrent of rain for millions of years. When we are ready, truly ready to embrace the deepest soul lessons we answer the call of the mountains.

Mni Wiconi! Window to the soul. Reflecting the gifts of becoming, being, interconnected. As above, as below. The shadow and light. Perception, our own reflection mirrored in the world. What great visions we see in the world about us is what lies within us.

Life is a river.  Sometimes it is chaotic, frothing, wild rapids, tumbling around automobile sized boulders.  On other occasions the movement is nearly imperceptible, slow, languid, meandering, small eddies diverting attention.  Each current in the river is a chapter in our life, an unfolding story ever challenging us to move forward, find the flow, and evolve.  Eventually, we merge with the ocean, our singularity unified, the cycle renewed, and the alchemy of the divine manifest.  One rain drop emerging from the sky, renewing the Earth and I.

Sailing, sojourn of the soul, lifting on the winds, soaring, floating on the water, laughing in the spray crashing over the bow, holding the helm, the sweet spot between wind and water, born of the elements, in love with the elements, swiftly, safely, sweetly carried home on Moon Shadow.

Silent spirits among us. Ancient brethren. Wise wizards speak in tongues. Vibrant enduring energy enlivens our experience. Beneath rustling leaves, gazing longingly upwards, pondering muse. Artistic and articulate she is slow to disclose the great mystery always in hand.

That great slumber, ever needed after the frantic summer pace, a time to renew and reflect.  When everything is blanketed in white, still and serene, even the woods whisper.