Nature Celebration*

The more time I spend alone observing nature, the more obvious it becomes to me that nature is already, always, appropriately celebrating.

No need for made up religious holidays. 
It is plain to see the flowers are not waiting for any god to tell them when to bloom, nor the other animals checking the calendar for when to come out of hibernation.

You may keep your crosses, easter bunnies, and chocolate eggs. 
Enjoy your artificial, made up substitute. 
I'm sticking with the real thing, baby.

It's much the better party, anyhow*

Lady Rainbow*faerie godmother

Blooming in the Geothermal Greenhouse Garden

to mother moon*

The moon making it's grand entrance onto the night sky stage, announced first by a warm glow hanging over the mountain peak. 

Awe* there you are, Mother Moon. 

Come entice me with the milky clouds of sweetness that cluster your bosom. 

Let me brush the moonbeams into my hair, rubbing them gently in between tendrils of curls. 

Dancing bare under your illuminating light, we make love to the moment. Here. 

I will holler and sing your praises with tears of gratitude streaming down cheeks. 

The walk to sleep has never felt quite like this before. 

Moon Soaked & Satisfied*

Lady Rainbow*Faerie Godmother

focus on the moon*

focus on the moon*

nature's bitch*

As I read the words feminine and wet on the computer screen I immediately get restless. 
Toes tapping under the desk kind of restless. 
Before I know what I'm doing, swimsuit is on and I'm headed out the door, up a few steps, and then I see it. 
The most feminine/wet thing I know. 
There she is, unconditional in her flow of love and generosity. 
There she is, warm and inviting me to stay in her nurturing embrace for awhile. 
So I do. 
Once again, nature makes me her bitch. 
And I willingly surrender*


Lady Rainbow/Faerie Godmother