Atlantic Spring

posted by C. Carter Steeves

Spring flies around the corners of old marsh fields and old hard wood forests very slowly.She savours the misty fogs drooping in and around the deep salty waters of March.
Sometime around the last week of March she welcomes the Canada Goose to the marshes again like a wayward child they wonder in to new wheat fields.they can be seen by the thousands off shore their natural boundaries determined by their inner clocks finding their way to these Atlantic shores.
Misty  earthy wonders, rain.winds, smells of renewal all come forth in the month of April.
The heavy bundles  of Christmas wrapped up and put away into credit cards are being paid off for another year.The roasts and stews of the winter are being swayed along in to brighter, lighter ways of salads and sandwiches and burgers.BBQ smoke fill the alleys of the city dwellers ways.
It's the time to welcome travellers who venture out for miles in the new sun for a short visit.passing time in the renewal of the environment to gain a more pleasant protectiveness, after the long stay indoors.
Its still a regular day for the Atlantic dweller.Milking cows or going into the office.Buying a new horse or a new car, all is usual and secure here in Atlantic Canada

When

posted by K Carter Steeves

When you suffer a mortal wound
"Be still", give the assailant room
Feel your deep mind unravel the path
Step lightly into the sacred space
Where every simple flower blooms

Loves ways say "I pray for you"
Dear sisters sweet and true
Is what is real a love so strong
It wills your path to God
What can ever be missing or wrong

On day then you awaken with empathy in your heat
you practise aim and control
A new opening begins
A whole new start
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Storms of Life and Perals of Wisdom

posted by K Carter Steeves
One of the first times alone ness entered my consciousness was on at age eight, ever so briefly yet with great clarity.I travelled into the woods on a Saturday morning with my best friend Meg and a few others.We would find a spot about a mile into the woods on Old Curtis's farm land and make a lunch on a fire in a pot or two usually canned beans.It was one of the last farms in the area the city was slowly approaching and rows of houses cover the land by the roads back as far as our house that my dad had built there the year before.
These outings were fun and gave us some kind of connection with survival and the earth ,it gave us confidence too, and perhaps a connection to the Universal life force.
We had our fire then ate and was on our way home we took the same root past Curtis's horses but we stood for few minutes to admire them and then this Clydesdale horse shifted his foot over mine.Everyone took off and it was tense for about a minute which seemed like a eternity.OUCH!!!!Pain like id never experienced before ran through my foot.Then the horse shifted again as if Id never been there.I ran!! desperate to catch up with my buddies.
About two minutes of the worst moments of my life nailed to the earth by a Clydesdale !!!