When I Lost My Way

I won’t really ever recall the date,

Nor the notion,

I haven’t been able to understand,

Just how I ever really got this way,

How it is that when I think about it,

The same questions remain,

I continue to look for some solutions,

In other eyes,

I look to them for guidance,

They give me strange looks,

That pierce my heart,,

As I stand on the corner waiting,

My blood leaves my face,

Until a sallow man stands stumbling,

Unknowing of just how vulnerable,

A glance,

A moment of disparity

In someone else’s life

Hasn’t anything to do with his own.

Yet the light changed,

And progress always allows us to

Walk through the moment,

Take a breath,

Forget about the past,

Because it is not fair to one another,

Especially now, today,

You are still my romantic muse

Years later, I cannot imagine a happier


Back then I did lose my way,

Today, I can still remember,

I wish walking were an easier

Way to say hello

Rather than having to create a new avenue.

I Am A Man

(This is a piece I am writing for a men’s conference – I’m using nature as a tool of exploration. Your feedback is welcome, always. Thom)

I have deep dark secrets I keep safely tucked away in the recesses of my mind. I very seldom reveal them to the general public, only to suggest, over the years I have discovered I am not alone. Many people carry with them the same insecurities, questions, confusions about their position in life, who they are or will become, why they react and desire that which they do, and certainly, how to define what is important and real in their lives. I guess what I am trying to say is that I am a man, and as I age, I become more aware of how my own actions employ the values I seem to have inherently decided to go forward with. Those actions were seedlings in my mind as a child, and now today as I write this piece, I wonder how remarkable our lives can be when we do finally begin to understand ourselves.

Last night I traveled from the city deep into the woods, with the full intention to separate myself from all of the concrete and asphalt that permeates my way of life in my suburban community. I am easily wrapped up in the type of car my neighbor drives, the vacations my friends will take when I remain grounded in the city, the adventures people take around me and then talk about for weeks afterward as the time of their lives. I have a good life, my family is happy, I have a beautiful wife, my children are both successful in their own meaningful ways, yet, I am still looking. Still seeking, still wondering what is out there that I need to satisfy my urges. And often times, I’m left still wondering what those urges are today, that have honed their strength and impacted my life since childhood.

It does seem that every time I wind upon the grassy road to our remote hunting cabin, I suddenly begin to feel connected with the natural world around me. Granted, right now, I am in a coffeeshop with Wi-Fi and I have checked my social media, connected with a couple of emails, and checked the forecast electronically, but I am still in the woods, and much closer to my inspiration than I would be in the comforts of my fully modernized home back in the city.

In nature’s element I am asked to recall that I am certainly just another mechanical vehicle of motion moving through a landscape of living creatures far less obviously vocal and intellectually driven than I am in my daily world. Out here in the woods, a bear will cross a hiking path and eliminate waste in full stride, without feeling compelled to discover privacy for that very ‘exclusive’ moment our humanity has created for themselves. Granted, there are thankful advances of society that have allowed the human condition to demonstrate more couth than the animalistic nature of the open forest, but let’s not miss the point.

When in the woods, I am able to recognize those devices that I use to stay in tune with the modern world, to measure the modern society I live in, those actions and mindful choices I make to be one with my humanity become muddled and less necessary when standing in the middle of a forest vista, I can observe a flutter of hawks, circling their territory, as they will every day without any concern toward whether or not they have offended or disregarded their neighbor. If they have that neighbor will move on, or simply establish their own territory without sitting down to analyze a strategy. In nature, when the sun rises and sets the emotions of the environment remain rather static; and I am only a man amongst real wolves.

Our society is built around conquest. We live in a constant conquest to prove to another person our wares, whether it be in project proposal, or winning over the most popular girl at the high school dance. Our lives are built upon proving ourselves on a daily basis, measuring our wares to a barometer far greater than our own internal compass. So when walking a trail deep in the forest, there seems to be a certain liberty in freeing ourselves of that constant need to impress, to accomplish, to sustain a way of living that our male-driven society has suggested we adhere to. Where does it all end is a question I ask myself on a regular basis. The answere seems more attainable when I can purposefully spend some time with nature.

I step onto a river bed and feel the rocks move in the soil below me. i know that by my actions, that piece of embankment has made a significant shift that to the onlooker seems insignificant, and even for me it is rather unimpressionable, really just an obstacle I have only walked past. But, the soil itself will respond differently. its shape and dimensions will never be the same, and because I have moved it in volume the water that splashes up from the river on a windy day will have the effect of continuing to shape its new existence. The man that stepped on the part of soil that shifted within the weight of their body, long gone, but the natural change to the earth’s environment forever altered. This is just a small example that lends to the importance of recognizing in nature, the human condition still has a significant impact even if it feels quite the opposite in the greater scheme of things.

When I am walking a deep trail in the forest I am thinking about the beauty around me, the true essence of foliage, the natural landscape, and of course the many sets of native eyes watching me intently as I move through their own personal unconditional neighborhood. So why then, when I return to the city do I treat that environment so differently? Why is it when I return to the city I suddenly become compelled to wonder what the other guy, that person that I visibly see in my every day walking, takes completely the focus away from nature to the suddenly more conscious reality of who we are, who I am as measured against the characteristics of my peer. And finally, what if he wins? Do I simply crawl back under a rock in my nearby forest of unique separation from the material world just beyond the vista.

Ever walk over a mountain and discover a world of civilization just over the crest in the valley a mile below. How many movies have you seen that have the struggling traveling suddenly finding home, or perhaps salvation, or a new nightmare just after they cross through the apex of the mountain they have labored upon for many hours, days, years? Our society is built upon the success of challenge, more so, the ability to withstand the obstacles that naturally fall in front of our path.

So I suppose your wondering what happened to all of the dark and scary things inside my head I suggested at the start. Well my hope is that ruse managed to get you to read further. Sorry if I duped you, and if you made it this far, thanks.

As a man I find myself constantly questioning what it is that I need, or want to prove about who I am and how my identity is defined. If I can walk into the forest solo I have the opportunity to only imagine the possibility that nature has provided me in all of her natural beauty. If I chose to ignore that reality for my own self-fulfilling purpose, well then, just maybe I have become misguided. I think it is important we recognize nature for that which it is really designed – a measure of our own complete vulnerability to the scope of the world around us, a scale we haven’t control of, but yet are such a great piece of the puzzle we refer to as our existence. If we can do that in the hands of a beautiful partner, while realizing we are simply a man as needy as the next, then maybe we can go forward with honesty, passion, humility, and lastly very simply, a respect toward our own improbable humanity.

As a man, we are continually exploring value and integrity, correct? I’m always seeking the right trail.

We Breathe In The Woods


Out here beyond the concrete and stale excess,

A certain community evolves like a wind-swept

Gale of unbridled beauty inside natural elegance.


Inside this forest of bush and briar, the green pines,

The essence of pristine glory our mother earth gives

So free is a waiting testament of a spiritual order.


I am a man seeking some solace in my day hoping

I once more can acknowledge how my life will

Evolve like the natural buds of spring in moisture.


Yet in shimmer I am compelled by a silent order exists

That although I suspect is real, still elusive to my

Grasp I believe will still make allowances with love.


I understand the business of honor and pride needs

Tender fantasy to allow each individual penance

A shout upon the rooftops of our key to happy lives.


While solemn I begin to rent a space from the land sacred

To our hearts. I only wish you remarkable delight … always.

What Calls Our Name

© Spencer Byles

© Spencer Byles

When we find water, that gurgling stream,

while sunlight sparkles the ambience we dream

might let me travel away from this time

when I couldn’t hang onto a rhyme,

a reason, a thoughtful enterprise

a purpose, with growing desire I rise

to the occasion

without indecision.

When mounting concern envelops my mind,

I look to the sky, its well, in my nature I find

solace in a stream, a part of the wood,

that place I would hide myself if I could,

only to suggest the concrete is a certain pain,

when the body makes contact, a bruise remain.


The city itself is a metaphor for strife

my God, could I ever begin my life,

if forever I am drawn by the task and need,

of thousands of bodies all taking the lead.


I stepped into the woods to sweet brush in green,

the fresh scent of pine, sounds of life serene,

I thought about what I had just left behind,

realized this is where my peace I’d find.


I wander alone through the city, a menacing arsenal

delivers winding avenues, escapes inside the pines tall.

Outside This Day


Outside the whistling has begun,

reminds him of a time,

tying lures and gathering sun,

waiting by a river’s lime,

hours of leisure to scan the water

to watch the rise in spring

while society in all of its bother

cannot disrupt this life’s sing.

Yet, when we are constant remind

mirror spacious waters in sight

a forest of life will cross our mind

a singular branch has blight.

Our moral lives may present at length

To know sweet goodness has strength

Wander While Waiting

© Dani Stites

© Dani Stites Photography


Mark upon a day when you looked beyond the cliff,

a clear drawn out valley delightful in color caress a sad river

traveling in the distance, with so much forest,

lush green and wild abandon just beyond our reach.

Yet, on the crest your feet remain planted unable to imagine

a world beyond your own that plays in your mind.


How do we begin to understand the Nature around us

when we cannot conceive the world we have created alone,

worried about a disease that hasn’t even reached our veins,

while others kill us on a regular basis, in gradual numbers

we all seem to receive some natural plan, an action

that once it is set in motion ranges like a river carving through the land.


I remember picking up single rocks alone,

and tossing them over that edge, imagining me

instead, falling, and drifting through time,

away from my mind, that keeps me stuck

on the crest of the hill looking upon recent valleys,

those that remind me where I’ve been, where I may go.


When I sit in quiet solitude and imagine the life I lead

I do wonder whether it might be right, or is it fate

to believe that somewhere in the scene scape exists a time

we no longer may touch, yet still evolves with the fortune

of eyes, a quiet interlude of life driven values. I may

walk across my threshold to yield my life forever.


Today I will wander without lifting my feet, yet my eyes

look out upon a horizon of love and reality, just waiting.

If, Only

'the bond' © Jessica LaRue

‘the bond’
© Jessica LaRue


I could hold you in my palm,

piqued eyes glance my strangeness,

allowing for the moment

such unusual paths,

yours one of fancy flight

mine left to observe.


If, only

we could share the brilliance

around us in morning’s light,

soft petals of forest ground,

delicious ambers in meadow

I cast my eye upon the world

you stream in swept glide.


Might, then

our pain begin to subside

when in Nature’s oneness

each avenue we choose

could be the same as our

hearts seem to yearn often

in the break of day, quiet nigh.


Now, when

we are together alone as one

our worlds collide with peace

I study your balanced agility

while you glance my curiosity

the skies remain the same

two worlds, similar dreams


If, only that freedom