Time

Time

~Time~

Do not
waste your time
endlessly navigating
the ferocious tides
of society’s
artificial designs

do not greet
the morning sunrise
with regret or a sigh
as you sell your soul
from 9 to 5
building someone else’s dreams
in a corporate landmine
just to stay alive

do not judge beauty
on what the media defines
to be your primary duty

because truly

your authenticity
exhibits the rarities
and beloved ancestry
of the tree that will lead you
to the roots
that bore your story

why disguise your glory?

do not build
your hopes and dreams
or grand ideals
without first
making a deal with yourself
to turn them into memories
that are real

go

live out your days
with fire in your soul
grasping your liberty
and building goals
that are brave
and wild
and bold

and know

no matter what you are told
by those with riches to behold
ALL of life is precious
rich or poor
young or old

be humble

because
when you are six feet under
when your body meets the coal
your story will remain
but not your gold

and when the time comes by
when you must whisper your last goodbyes
to the birds
the trees
and the iridescent skies

may you greet your final sunrise with a smile

because you lived a life so wild
that you are ready
to expire

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Photography Tasha Tudor, by Richard Brown

Thoreau’s thoughts are on my mind…

Thoreau’s thoughts are on my mind…

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“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”

Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

Connecting to Wisdom of the Past

Connecting to Wisdom of the Past

I listen to the mellow tune of a native flute playing in my room and I connect to a long time ago.
A time when sisters and brothers did not share the same blood but instead were native kinsmen. The were fiercely loyal protectors of Mother Nature and guardians of ancient wisdom, endeavouring to honour the earth’s wild beauty as they lived upon it.
I listen to the sounds of the primal flute pipe her profound tune and I drift away into distant realms. I feel peace and honesty, a deep-rooted respect for ancient tradition and family. I sense a need to protect nature and her timeless bounty.
As I walk upon my present-day land, I feel a deep sorrow. I am ashamed of a race of humans who see themselves superior to Mother Nature and her plans. I am distressed to see them endeavour to manipulate her, to stunt her growth and to tame her wild soul. I see those who try to crush her and bleed her dry of her kindness.
Mother Nature hands to me a natural habitat, food to put upon my plate, air to breathe, water to bathe me and to drink, and shelter to escape her wild temperament.

Are we not a dependent race?

All who hear her presence in the trees can sense her agony.
All who feel connected to her presence, belong to her tribe.
All who seek to heal her must honour her.
I listen to the gentle sound of the native flute playing.
I hear my primal kinsmen calling…
I feel home

~ © Amelia Dashwood 2015

Let Me Find a Tranquil Place

Let Me Find a Tranquil Place

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Let me find a tranquil place
A home and pretty views
Where evening sunsets lace the sky
With glorious pinkish hues

Let me ponder memories
And watch the flowers grow
A bench to sit and daydream
Some seed that I may sow

Let me build a little house
Placed far away from town
I’ll never want for luxuries
Or feel the need to frown

Let me live the good life
And make the most of time
For golden is a lifetime
I’m sure I’ll treasure mine

~ Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved © 2015

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