Awestruck

The Photo Theory: “We don’t take photos to remember how things looked, we take them to remember how they felt…They are proof of the life we lived and memories we can’t return to.”

This moment, this northern lights show, on November 12, 2025 truly left me awestruck. And grateful. For where I live. The place I get to call home. The ability to walk out my door and witness the magnificence of nature. The safety and security I have here. It also inspired this poem. 💚

Awestruck

In a world that can feel overwhelming and heavy,

may you be awestruck…

by nature,
with the magic of a sunset,
a moonrise or a sky full of stars.

by kindness,
compassion and support,
in neighbourhoods and communities.

by peacewalks,
and resistance songs;
people rising together for change.

by the resolve,
of those who keep showing up
with heart, authenticity and love.

by yourself,
as you become confident
in shining your light, your way.

by simple moments,
often taken for granted
when peace and safety ground us.

may you be awestruck…

Sandi Knight © 2026

Captivated

Inspired by a phenomenal display of the Northern Lights and “captivated” as writing prompt from Beth Kempton’s #tinyautumn poem challenge.

On November 11—12, 2025 the night skies were lit up with dancing aurora, seen as far south as Florida, thanks to a massive G4 Geomagnetic Solar Storm. The sky was so bright, the reds so vivid, even to the naked eye. Light pollution within city limits could not dim the colourful show.

If the horizon wasn’t visible from where you were, all you had to do was look up. Pure magic! This photo is an edited version of one such view from our prairie farm.

Captivated

For a moment,
the world forgot…
its fear, its hatred, its division.

Messages flew with excitement,
“Get outside! Look up! It’s unreal…”

For a moment,
everyone paused,
captivated by the magic in the sky.

Sandi Knight © 2025

Moving Meditation

This prairie girl loves her wide open spaces, endless horizons and spectacular skies. But…there’s something special about being among the trees. Especially in the depths of winter. Their beauty, strength and imperfections all exposed. No rustling dress, no camouflage. Just resting giants reaching skyward. 💙


Moving Meditation 

Into the woods,
among the trees,
a calm descends.

Narrow trail winds,
beckons me…
keep moving.

With every step,
tensions, worries —
disappear.

I pause, look up,
admire tall aspens
reaching skyward.

Gratitude fills
my tired soul.
I breathe deeply.

Then resume
my peaceful,
moving meditation.

Sandi Knight © 2020