“So simplify the problem of life, distinguish the necessary and the real. Probe the Earth to see where your main roots run.” -Henry David Thoreau- April 20, 2017- Throughout the last three days, we’ve traveled by foot under changing skies- one moment we drip with rain, and then in another we’re pelted with hail. The … Continue reading
Even in the barren retreat of winter, the forest reveals treasures just waiting to be found. You may also like: Belay Bryophytes Sprites Continue reading
the last of their kind remain: Quercus alba and Junco hyemalis, colorful ornaments to celebrate the season Continue reading
The skin of the planet is fragile. Watch. Listen. You can only listen. By listening, you may see a sparrow warming itself in steam on the corner of your gutter. By listening, you may see the first crocus shimmy up from the frozen Earth. A sentry, the first scout. You may hear the fall of … Continue reading
The next thing will be to welcome green. A hopeful expectation, creation. You may also like: Small Moments our avian friends I dwell in Possibility: a new year written on a Friday afternoon Continue reading
The winter skies are blank- empty like a still pool of water, reflecting. They wait, as we do, for the world to erupt in color and bright song. We need this empty time, these white skies, to recalibrate. We need to take stock of ourselves as we stand, alone. Alone, away from the brightness of … Continue reading
I sit at my kitchen table on this overcast Sunday morning, warmed by tea and sheepskin slippers and classical music. My body feels strong and efficient and accomplished. Part of this grounded peaceful feeling has to do with eating healthy and maintaining an active body and mind. But mostly, it’s because I’m a two-wheeled evangelist. … Continue reading
Leaves are dressed in winter best. Fur-lined collar and cuffs fringe each memory of fall. You may also like: as the rain turns to frost Feather Bed Shhhh… Continue reading
It’s dogwood season. The time when color comes back into the world, fragile green leaves craving the sweet kisses of sunlight. They (and we) gather it close, soaking it in, feeling the fresh breaths of spring. Outside my back door is a dogwood tree. Most of the year, it grows unassumingly out of a concrete-enclosed hole … Continue reading
Amongst the trees we are safe as the sun strains to say its last words from behind a shawl of fog. It tells us secrets no one will know. You may also like: Feather Bed Shhhh… autumnal secrets Continue reading
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