pacific northwest – Mark Wayne – "Warrior, Poet and Writer"

Echoing the Backdrop

December 19, 2019December 19, 2019 Mark Wayne

#JustBelieve #HopeLives #LoveChangesPeople

The rain has definitely arrived here in the Pacific Northwest and just in time some might say. Looks like another wet and green Christmas but that’s okay.

I love laying in bed listening to the raindrops hitting our metal porch roof right outside the bedroom window. Which we keep open all year long.

The sound of the rain mixes with the soft melody of the wind chimes that gently lull me to sleep. Dreams and memories travel through my mind as I rest in the moments of tranquility.

These restful moments spur ideas for my writings. What moments, sounds or experiences bring you peace and inspire your creativity?

God, Poetry

The Sentinel

September 26, 2016September 25, 2016 Mark Wayne

He stands alone
Watching
Waiting
In the day and night

He is immovable
Focused
Freed
To keep his purpose

He remains unaffected
Strong
Silent
A watcher over our souls

He accepts dangers
Courageously
Cautionary
A beacon for weary hearts

He loves unconditionally
Everyone
All
Sacrificing himself for us

(The photo was taken on a family outing to the coast in July, I love where I live!)

Photograph

Mima Mounds Natural Area – Olympia, WA

May 11, 2016May 11, 2016 Mark Wayne

Mima Mounds - May 2016

Sunset from the tree line at the Mima Mounds Natural Area Preserve outside of Olympia, WA in the Pacific Northwest south of Seattle.

Acres and acres of mounds cover this vast prairie, all mounds surprisingly similar in shape and size.

What are they?
Why are they here?

No one really knows.

The theory’s on their origins range from prehistoric gophers, Native American burial sites, erosion, volcanic eruptions, glacial freeze and thaw cycles, even tsunamis and earthquakes. But, got now there is nothing even close to consensus on the origin of these mounds.

Although, not as majestic as Mt. Rainier, nor as intimidating as Mt. St. Helen’s or as breathtaking as the Olympic Mountains, there is an air of mystery. As you walk through the mounds, the soft breezes blowing the prairie grasses at your feet, there is a feeling of something larger at play here. It is spiritually awe-inspiring and foreboding at the same time.

Maybe sometimes, there are things that we are not supposed to know and the trick is to learn to live and be okay with the mystery. Once the mystery is solved the mystique is gone.