About Chris Heeter

This author has not yet filled in any details.
So far Chris Heeter has created 150 blog entries.

Seeing Solstice

Solstice is a powerful teacher: the trickster who invites you to go out sledding on a moon-less night. Daring you to take a risk, to lean in, to stay with what is uncertain and unseen. She whispers in your ear as the sled starts to move, Your vision limits you here. Your desperation to see keeps you from seeing. In this place, we see not with our eyes, but with our whole being.

By |2016-12-21T20:48:29-06:00December 21, 2016|Wild Poems|

Even leaves let go

This fall season arrived with bountiful sun and rain. A blend that promises the extended version of high definition fall foliage. And so it is that I step outside to a day that is yellow. Yes, yellow. The color permeates everything: the scent, the feel, even the taste of the air is gloriously yellow, with hints of red and gold and a finish of russet oak leaves.

By |2023-10-25T18:10:32-05:00November 1, 2016|Wild Poems|

Wild Trust

My friend said, “Just plant this and watch what happens.” So a small hole was dug the roots covered and watered the sprawling stalks given room to stand limply. With sun, some water, and a little time the stalks began to perk up. Buds appeared turning eventually to bursts of spiked purple petals.

By |2016-08-25T17:10:49-05:00August 25, 2016|Wild Poems|

Wild Wellbeing

I promise this article isn't about diet and exercise. It's messier than that. For all of us who find wellness a sometimes elusive concept, I offer a snapshot of my own journey and an alternative to “wellness,” which I call Wild Wellbeing.

By |2023-10-25T18:14:02-05:00June 7, 2016|Wild Poems|

Spring Play

If seasons were a four act play early spring would be the star of the second act: the shifty character that slips in and out of scenes, sometimes bright and lively stealing the show, other times lurking almost menacingly in the background.

By |2016-03-21T14:59:54-05:00March 21, 2016|Wild Poems|

Thanksgiving

For the peace and promise of a sunrise. The quickening of breath that comes when we take in the beauty of our surroundings. For the mystery and humility of daring to see how we are all connected.

By |2023-11-09T14:30:31-06:00November 24, 2015|Wild Poems|
Go to Top