“Earth may be alive; not as the ancients saw her—a sentient Goddess with a purpose and foresight—but alive like a tree. A tree that quietly exists, never moving except to sway in the wind, yet endlessly conversing with the sunlight and the soil. Using sunlight and water and nutrient minerals to grow and change. ButContinue reading “From “The Overstory” by Richard Powers”
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From “The Essential Writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson”
“The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister, is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm, is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, andContinue reading “From “The Essential Writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson””
From “Hippie Woman Wild” by Carol Schlanger
“When we Indians kill meat, we eat it all up. When we dig roots, we make little holes. When we build houses, we make little holes. When we burn grass for grasshoppers, we don’t ruin things. We shake down acorns and pine nuts. We don’t chop down the trees. We only use dead wood. ButContinue reading “From “Hippie Woman Wild” by Carol Schlanger”
Be notorious
“Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.” -Rumi … … … … … … … … There is a balance to the planet that us humans insist on trying to wrest awry. I still haven’t figured out why our natural inclination is to fight itContinue reading “Be notorious”
From “Orlando” by Virginia Woolf, 1928
“The English disease, a love of Nature, was inborn in her, and here where Nature was so much larger and more powerful than in England, she fell into its hands as she had never done before… She climbed the mountains; roamed the valleys; sat on the banks of the streams. She likened the hills toContinue reading “From “Orlando” by Virginia Woolf, 1928″
Poem 133: The Summer Day
Who made the world?Who made the swan, and the black bear?Who made the grasshopper?This grasshopper, I mean—the one who has flung herself out of the grass,the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—who is gazing around with her enormous and complicatedContinue reading “Poem 133: The Summer Day”
Witch-Wife
She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ‘tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading intoContinue reading “Witch-Wife”
Leo
As a child I’d laze in sunbeams, My head on my chin as my teeth gnawed blades of grass from the garden Staring lost in the gaze of my mom’s regal Magnificent Leo We grew up together, he and I, on the lap of my mother, Two kittens drunk on the sweetened milk Of theContinue reading “Leo”
Lightly
Slowly lightly she creeps in stealthily Her claws around the pane Skin rough like the moon she slides Her heavy belly over the flagstones Breaths pushing ancient lungs she Is the wind wheezing gently over sweetgrass She is the first smile a girl makes She is hope knowing the sun shines to her again InContinue reading “Lightly”
Eclipse, December 21, 2010
It’s a goodbye….to see the shadows of this Earth eat up the moon tonight Early morning is so still and calm, the darkness of the water in the creek a mirror To the orb above, awaiting her cloak. Moon sighs down at us and smiles. The creek burbles, carrying on its life Little wriggling beings oblivious toContinue reading “Eclipse, December 21, 2010”
A Burd in Flight 