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Teach Me How to Grieve

As we pushed our canoes into the river, the instructor said to me, “You [healthcare workers] are getting us through this pandemic and now you will teach us how to grieve.” My reflection from a recent wilderness retreat for healthcare workers.

We will teach you how to grieve.

A doctor once told me that in critical care […]

By |2023-11-20T15:58:13-06:00September 22, 2021|Live Wild|

Re-Wilding

“Hope is the thing with feathers,”
so says Emily Dickinson.

“When despair for the world grows in me
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and
I come into the peace of wild things.”
Borrowed, of course, from Wendell Berry.

When we need propping up
after, or maybe sometimes before, we topple,
it is […]

By |2021-09-22T10:06:04-05:00September 22, 2021|Wild Poems|

Be the Change: speaking up, ‘stepping in it’ (sometimes) and being an ally

Be the Change: speaking up, ‘stepping in it’ (sometimes) and being an ally

Before tears dried or the first expelling of air we didn’t know we were holding was fully released, we are faced, yet again, with more loss of black lives.  Being at the vigil for Daunte Wright the day after his death and […]

By |2021-04-23T09:17:23-05:00April 23, 2021|Work Wild|

Spring Polarities

Spring Polarities

It’s the freeze at night, thaw by day cycle
of early spring that gets the sap flowing.
Freezing creates negative pressure that condenses cells in the tree.
Thawing causes positive pressure, which expands those cells.
The sugary sap of the maple thus flows up and down the tree.

Syruping is a ritual of spring for many
signaling the change of […]

By |2023-10-25T17:34:48-05:00April 14, 2021|Wild Poems|

The fine art of communicating through tiny screens

The fine art of communicating through tiny screens

I don’t know about you, but I am equal parts thankful for and exhausted by Zoom and all of the various iterations of video conferencing. A year in, many of us have become pretty adept at holding meetings, attending events, and connecting with friends and loved ones online. […]

By |2021-03-17T10:20:34-05:00March 17, 2021|Work Wild|

Insurrection

We humans are quite a mess these days.
Ranging from blind rage to unsettled to terrified.
Maybe we’re always like this, but right now
we seem particularly public in our display.

What are we to do with this onslaught of emotions?
I ask myself that a lot these days.
How am I to hold this turmoil
in my body, my nervous system, […]

By |2023-10-25T17:35:36-05:00February 26, 2021|Wild Poems|

Owl

She’s not there all the time.
Just enough to keep me looking up.
I round the corner at the back of the yard
where the tall pines grow,
approaching, always, with hushed anticipation.
Just in case.

Sometimes she’s there
roosting on the limb
that must be the right combination
of cover and room to land and take off.

Even the poet in me struggles to […]

By |2023-10-25T17:36:11-05:00February 26, 2021|Wild Poems|

Taking it in

Early snow.
So many leaves still in the midst of autumn.
From radiant yellows to deep red, russet, and orange
really, the leaves were just getting started.
Then, big wet flakes drifted down.
All day long.

Until seven inches blanketed the ground.
Now brightly colored leaves sit atop the snow
while most of their companions are still aloft,
waiting for their time to release
and […]

By |2023-10-25T17:40:07-05:00October 29, 2020|Wild Poems|
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