Earth Pathways Showcase

It’s midsummer and the days stretch out endlessly
Nature’s energies are high, busy doing
The sultry dog days of Summer have yet to arrive
With their long, golden hours of late afternoon
Carpeting all they touch with amber hues
Summer wildflowers lead me to meadows
To walks at dusk as the day cools
My fingers brushing sundried, parched tall grasses
The wildflowers framed, full of colour
Perfuming the air
My presence disturbs the hum of insects
Sending butterflies dancing up into the cooling breezes
I leave them to enjoy the golden days of Summer

Golden Days of Summer © Georg Cook 2023

Looking out to the horizon I hear the call
Somewhere outside of me
Somewhere deep within
Walking down the beach it gets louder
This calling, this feeling
The one I cannot ignore
I swim out, away from the shore over shingle
To where I am above sand, between the groynes
Deep inhale in
Deep exhale out
Deep inhale in
Breath held, eyes closed
A quick duck dive, two strong kicks
And I’m there, in the dark, in the quiet
Surrounded only by sea
Held in its entirety, in its movement
Its supportive caress
I surrender to the calm
Everything in fluid motion
I, a part of it and it a part of me

The Sea’s Embrace © Georg Cook 2023

I am not quiet like my sister, Spring.

I do not creep up on you, there are no little pockets of colour.

Instead I shout, telling you of my arrival.

I invite the trees to take out their paint brushes, and the gentle, riot of colours explode into their leaves.

To spread these changing colours, my winds tease the leaves from their branches and invite them to dance.

"Let's colour the woods, fields and pavements with my seasonal exuberance," I shout. Let everyone notice and take note.

Autumn © Georg Cook

I am not of this Earth,
I had somehow forgotten that.

I am birthed of Star Magic and Saltwater,
I had somehow forgotten that.

I am a traveler through time and Space,
I had somehow forgotten that.

I am here to hold space for others
I had somehow forgotten that.

I am here to speak my truth,
I had somehow forgotten that.

I am a soul with a purpose,
I had somehow forgotten that.

I am connected to all the universe,
I had somehow forgotten that.

I looked inside myself and saw,
And now I have remembered that.

Old Wisdom - Who am I? © Georg Cook

The sun takes its time now
To rise above the horizon
It’s reach is not so far
It’s warmth it keeps for itself
Shadows are longer, more defined
In the shoreline the wind hurries
Seeking company amongst those drawn to the sea
Whipping hair across faces, biting at fingers
In come the big Atlantic Rollers
They too search for the calm
But the wind torments them
The winter companions ill at ease
Reconstruct the beach
There is beauty here
On the winter shore

Winter Shoreline © Georg Cook