LIGHT OF LOVE – By ElizaBeth Coira

May the light of Love fill us this holiday season 🙂

ElizaBeth Coira - The Home Grown Sojourner

Light of Love_ElizaBeth Coira_HomeGrownSojournerThe light of love
To weather storms
Cleanse my mind
Hold my soul

It lives within
My gentle heart
I open up
To let me grow

Just like the tree
Full of knots
Battle haggard
Wounds and scars

I too will keep
Growing, stretching
Up to the light
Of mother sun

Inside I’ll keep
My fire burning
Feeding, learning
Hoping, healing

Now rise, renew
My nascent soul

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ElizaBeth Coira - The Home Grown Sojourner

A Weekend Hike In Germany_ElizaBeth

Everything is coming
And I am starting today

I go hike through forests, spanning mountains
Stretch out in a blanket of snow
Absorb the sun between gray clouds
Stumble, twist, turn through rocky trails

Stare awe-struck, dumb-founded at the mouth of a cave
Wondering what awaits us, on the inside
It’s shallow, carved out of a weathered white stone
House and host to wanderers, past and now

I wander down the path of mammoth hunters
Only to find the dominion of a king
Medieval ruins, knight’s follies
Haunted troughs, misty memories

The trees stand silent, guardians
Of earth and all our secrets
So many take their troubles to the forest
To re-emerge full of peace and serenity

I guess that’s what we’re doing here
Seeking peace, healing, piece of mind
A mind beyond time, beholden to none
We have much to learn in the trees

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Celebrate! Life & Times at Loon Lake, WA: Farewell Summer’s Eclipse

~ Please enjoy my column for the Loon Lake Times – September/October 2017 Edition ~
Copyright ©2017, ElizaBeth Coira

Summer’s sweet ease is slowly creeping, drifting away on gusty, dusty winds. The growth on the lower stories have advanced their shift to crinkly reds, bristly oranges, rusty browns, and yellowing greens. They are preparing to close up shop for the year, store away their sugars, and drop their amazing little solar panels. It won’t be long, Fall will soon be upon us. Luckily most of the evergreens stick around all year. They cheer our hearts as our constant green companions, their presence always the sign post for good green earth and clean air. The trees, bushes, and grasses seem to sense the seasonal shift, well before I’m willing to acknowledge Summer’s passing. And on the occasion of the August 21st solar eclipse, I wondered how all we living beings would respond, here around Loon Lake.

The solar eclipse was much-hyped in the media—no one could have possibly escaped notice. So I couldn’t help but join in on all the fervor, making my way down to the lakeside that morning. As I wandered across my community’s beach, the cheerful call of neighbors drifted on the breeze; my friends Jim, Pam, and Donna had already setup on their boat, eclipse glasses in hand, ready for the big event. I, however, was not quite so prepared, and very thankful to be invited! To my friends with the glasses, the eclipse had already begun; as for me, I could only speculate that it felt a bit dimmer, just a bit different. I wondered if I was really sensing anything at all, or had the headlines I read simply skewed my view.

All aboard! I jumped on ship, caught a glimpse through the glasses, and a great taste of simple, sweet amazement. Then slowly but surely more neighbors made their way out; and Jim shouted, inviting all to join us. Before we knew it, we had quite an impromptu party, all gathered and passing the eclipse glasses around. Some neighbors had never actually met, for others it was a great chance to catch up. The eclipse brought us together in curiosity, wonder, joy, friendship, and child-like awe. We all chatted happily about summer adventures, experiences and memories, life’s journeys and twists on the trail. We each noted a perceivable drop in the temperature, and enthusiastically encouraged the sharing and comparing of observations, through those funny little paper contraptions. We all found it slightly disappointing that despite “97% coverage,” in never went very dark. I jokingly told so many neighbors that if this was to be the end of times, it had been great sharing in life with them, here at Loon Lake.

Perhaps the beauty of the landscape has worked its way into the beautiful, kind people living around here. Perhaps we’ve all given over, allowed the gift of this landscape to transfigure our humble, lovely lives. Either way, and in between, I am thankful that the eclipse and Mother Nature has brought us together, to share in the seasons of life at Loon Lake. Though for some it may be hard to understand; my move to this nature-centered, kinder, simpler existence, has been the best decision I’ve ever made.

ElizaBeth Coira is a writer, poet, consultant, and Loon Lake neighbor. You can enjoy more of her poetry and photography at or

REMINDS ME – By ElizaBeth Coira

ElizaBeth Coira - The Home Grown Sojourner


How many times
Have I sat at dock’s end
Thinking I’m alone
There’s no one home

Only to glance
Deep down past the surface
Witnessing the glimmering
Existence below

Reminds me
It’s like that too


I wander a trail
Twisting, turning
Wondering how
I’ll make my way through

Only to find
Each step appears
From one step before
That wild flowers obscure

Reminds me
It’s my path too


I dance in fields
Following the sun
Give thanks to roll
In the beauty all around

It nourishes, nurtures
All our lovely lives
All we have to do
Is open up our eyes

Reminds me
It blooms in me too


I listen to the song
Of a funny little dove
Soaring high above
Petty squawks and squabbles

Wonder what it’s like
To be so uniquely free
To this bird’s mind
How must our world seem


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