Every year for the past five years Andy and I hike to the little tree in an open valley where we buried some of my Dad’s ashes. It helps to have somewhere to go to over here to visit Dad and this year I felt very calm and held. Each year the weather is different and there are new things on the route, reminding us that life is in constant change and that there are always things to admire. Today’s poem was inspired to this year’s Mecca to Dad’s valley.
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I began writing poetry on a daily basis when I lost my Father back in 2015 and I haven't stopped since. Writing in nature is as much a part of me as brushing my teeth and I am so very grateful for this outlet in my life.
Aside from all things poetic, I am a jogger, a hiker, a creative mover and I also co-lead an online Untaming Femininity Tribe for women wishing to explore their femininity on their own terms. View all posts by Sam Allen Creative Coach
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Thanks John 🙂
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