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For All

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.

For the opportunity, over and over again,
to choose joy.

For waking up every day to the unknown
and the courage to walk into that day.

For […]

By |2022-11-23T05:27:35-06:00November 23, 2022|Wild Poems|

Grandma’s Wild Journey

Grandma’s Wild Journey

I hesitate to add to your inbox right now, just before the mid-term elections, in the midst of notification after notification, and the relentless disturbing headlines, breaking news, and tumult that is our climate right now.  Still, this onslaught is what inspired today’s edition of Work Wild.  Because somehow, between all that swirls […]

By |2022-11-04T12:01:07-05:00November 4, 2022|Work Wild|

Leaves Take Flight

Leaves Take Flight

It is the season for letting go.

A time when even trees move
bending and swaying in the strong gusts
adding their whispering song to the wind.

Leaves touched by autumn’s cool hand
let loose from sturdy branches.
Taking flight, of all things–
a wild dance in all directions.
They land finally, amidst their brightly colored companions
only to scramble on the […]

By |2022-10-14T13:04:27-05:00October 14, 2022|Wild Poems|

Busy Season

Busy Season

Fall Equinox is upon us.  When day and night are equal in length.  When long summer days give way to earlier sunsets and cooler temperatures.  School is back in session.  Holidays aren’t here yet (despite store displays to the contrary).  It’s that window of time, post-summer, to dig in, to work hard.  It’s fourth […]

By |2022-09-20T07:45:34-05:00September 20, 2022|Work Wild|

When the fog lifts

When the fog lifts

Socked in.
As clouds touch down.
As the sun rises
filtered by fog
to a gentle glow.

The world softens in this light.
It’s the perfect temperature
the perfect humidity to breathe gently. Deeply.

On mornings such as this
we humans have to slow our relentless pace
in order to see.
In order to be seen.

Fog can settle restlessness.
Can ease the strain of […]

By |2022-09-20T07:37:19-05:00September 20, 2022|Wild Poems|

Being Human

What if we could hear our own soul speak?
I mean, we already do from time to time, right?
A bolt of intuition or a deep sense of knowing comes,
or a feeling of calm wisdom settles upon us.
We can and we do tap into our inner spirit
especially if we make room and pay attention.

But what if our […]

By |2022-08-09T12:45:00-05:00August 9, 2022|Wild Poems|
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