Don't look for me behind the gate

You will not find me there

My garden gate's in need of paint

Weeds are growing everywhere

I'm off  to go where nature's wild, the way it's meant to be

not manicured or pedicured,

All un-naturally.

You'll find me in the grasses,

Rolling like molasses~Silly as can be.

Don't search behind the gate or in the yard,

I'll not be there today.

I'm in the wood and by the stream and hiking on the mount.

I find not joy in trying to create what God already made.

I'll run through fields with flowers wild,

I promise that's for me.

The spade has rust, the rake is broke,

this sparrow's flying free.

I'm living NOW~I've learned to BE,

Won't you come and join me?

copyright 2007 tricia baehr

I'm a divine being in a human body. Awakening to my life's purpose. I'm also mother 3 other divine beings (twins 9 & a 6 yr. old)  while in a spiritual partnership with my mate. We're in the process of transitioning from our life as surburbanites to that of gypsies-traveling full-time in a

RV around North America while unschooling our 3 kids. Spreading the light!

fivebaehrs@charter.net

"I paint and create as much as I can in my freetime, and am slowly starting to show across the country after working at it for the last 3-4 years.   I work in a mixture of abstract and realist, between thought out line work and abstract stream of consciousness flow."