Natural Divinations

BradensEye
4 min readSep 26, 2022
Eco Elixir, Photo by BradensEye

Scenic wildlifery. You won’t ever tire me by sneaking in supple seconds of grassy freshness. Whenever I need to fatigue any specks of disheartening happenstance, I arrange for a date somewhere within the unbounded budding of primitive blades. There are certain inherent spheres that speak to each individual’s soul. I believe that rooting in the most native ways keeps us from rotting from the outside inward. As well that organically learning garners us bushels of goodness, should we take the time to match the leaves to berries to plantastic options for delivering our ease to healing. For fast-acting relief, I encourage you to try cozying with the jamboree that is our botanical equilibrium. Maybe it’s because whenever I convene with the living personalities that talk a completely different compelling virtuosity. Let me go hobbit hopping or propose a pushin’ daisies polka and you’ll be given a gal romancing her natural divinations.

The perfect blossom is a rare thing. You could spend your life looking for one and it would not be a wasted life. ~Katsumoto by Ken Watanabe, The Last Samurai

I love getting off on ginormous greenery leanings. If there’s a single deity that I prefer to offer the majority of my prayers and pleadings to it would be that princess that is our environment. She is this endless carpet of royalty for me. Always rolling out more awe-struckery in every new leaf or couture petal. Humoring my inner sprinkler spryte is a pleasy happiness. Loads of my ecological emotionality surround the homemade dogma of how her florets gently draping their arms feels when I want a hug or watch them wiggle in their whispy rave dances to windswept dub-steppness. I pay her sweet respect by bowing to the delights of her daffodility. She never turns me down and has a special knack for erasing my frowns. Chances to cuddle in her carefree country are boasts that I gracefully prescribe. A greatest evidence of bearing your humanness angelically is haloing an omniscient presence for Dame Natura.

Mine is a hunter of burgeoning beauties. A saintly no-kill tigress tonality. Where we prowl for aspirations of restoration to our sanity via immersively trailing verdant circuits. I’m gutted by the bustle of traffic exhaust or the cacophony of amped bar volumes where no one can hear one another’s breathing, much less any verbiage meanderings. I don’t think the…

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BradensEye

LOVER of life. Especially people, places, philanthropy, pondering, and photography.