Beth Henshaw
Empathic Adventurers
Category: Poetry
My Worth Is In The Wilderness
I know my shadow better than my reflection. I don’t recognize my hands without dirt in the creases, Illuminating the lines and patterns of my palms. I see myself in the context of this meadow: small, yet influential. I watch my feet step over… Continue Reading “My Worth Is In The Wilderness”
Wealth Is Wilderness
What is wealth? In my world of backpacking, wealth is warmth. Wealth is a campsite all to yourself. Wealth is time with the wilderness. Wealth is taking more than a day trip. It is a week to four months to a life immersed in… Continue Reading “Wealth Is Wilderness”
A Desert Soul
“You’re such a desert soul,” he said. What does that mean? Up until now I have been a mountain momma. I suppose I’m growing into new love, Expanding what I consider to be beautiful: Curvaceous rocks and hairy cacti, Twisty juniper bark and their… Continue Reading “A Desert Soul”
Holy Sweeping Vista
Holy Sweeping Vista! Your expansive nature And your winding ways Bulge my eyes and lifts my spirit. Your peaks allow me to perceive magic And ponder your years. Who are we to you? Creatures of movement and waste, Creatures of judgement and haste? Even… Continue Reading “Holy Sweeping Vista”
A Nomad’s Heart
A nomad’s heart Is easy to win, Hard to keep. A nomad’s eyes: Wide open, Searching and deep. A nomad’s foot: Cracked, worn No shoes can keep. A nomad’s soul:Curious and kind with an Everexapanding mind. A nomad’s intention: To live with purpose Outside… Continue Reading “A Nomad’s Heart”
We Are The Light
Why are we here? We came to learn. Avoid the urge to yearn for another’s talent. What you see in front of you may include: Graceful skill, Poetic dance, Fierce confidence, or Kindred rhythm. Do them no disservice By wishing you had what they… Continue Reading “We Are The Light”
My Blue Sky Dealer
I breathe in deeply and hold, In order to preserve my tears as a steady rain. My closed eyes are the flood gates Which guards the world from turmoil. These are muddy times. The ground is squishy beneath our feet. We do not expect… Continue Reading “My Blue Sky Dealer”
Social Distancing
Our interconnected hearts Mourn separation. We need each other. We rely on one another. We find solace in our communities. Social distancing Brings fear and despair, Loneliness and pain, If we let it. Fragility and necessity Are in question now. What have we built? … Continue Reading “Social Distancing”
Phone alone
In the city we sit, Gathered inside Our well lit homes. The walls control the climate for our comfort. Dry, high, communicate- we try. In a room full of people, I feel alone. When I notice I’m the one without a phone. Detached eyes… Continue Reading “Phone alone”
Like a Tree
My hope is to approach you The same way I would a tree: With curiosity. Your roots are of interest to me, Your invisible support system Crucial to your current state of growth. While I yearn to know you, Define you I cannot. For… Continue Reading “Like a Tree”
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