“Carol began wondering if she would ever escape Atlanta. Amid her daily drudgery, she followed one guiding principle, which kept her connected to the real world beneath the concrete and beyond the city limits; search for the source. Food didn’t come from a grocery store. Water didn’t come from a faucet. Ultimately, everything came fromContinue reading “From “Untamed – The Wildest Woman in America and the Fight for Cumberland Island” by Will Harlan”
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From “No Rules” by Sharon Dukett
“I stood and began walking through the mammoth trees, keeping the river in sight. There was a hush in the forest as I entered it. The trees seemed to absorb all sound. It reminded me of reverence, like when you enter a church and voices grow dim and respectful. Except church was the exact oppositeContinue reading “From “No Rules” by Sharon Dukett”
“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky”
“We fell them down and turn them into paper,That we may record our emptiness.” – Kahlil Gibran
If only I’d realized this 30 years ago…
You are the sign that leads you home
Coupledom
When our culture promotes a “normal” life as being one that leads to a partner and marriage, the ONLY path… When girls are encouraged to want the white picket fence and the 2.5 children, husband, dog in the yard, and debt up to their eyeballs… When toxic masculinity abounds, and “not all men” is shoutedContinue reading “Coupledom”
From “Woman and Nature – The Roaring Inside Her” by Susan Griffin
“He says that woman speaks with nature. That she hears voices form under the earth. That wind blows in her ears and trees whisper to her. That the dead sing through her mouth and the cries of infants are clear to her. But for him this dialogue is over. He says he is not partContinue reading “From “Woman and Nature – The Roaring Inside Her” by Susan Griffin”
From John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir
“I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out ‘till sundown, For going out, I found, was really going in.” – John Muir
Fifty-two days, my Son my sun
Today after school is out my son gets to come spend time with me. I miss him like the trees miss the rain, like the earth misses the moon, skies dark without him, only little pricks of starlight to find my way. Every other weekend means twenty-six weekends a year and a few holidays. ItContinue reading “Fifty-two days, my Son my sun”
From Song of Myself, 31 and 48 by Walt Whitman
“I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars” “Stand cool and composed before a million universes.”
A Burd in Flight 