A berry, a rainshower, and a father’s love
May the warmth of the sun kiss your skin and nourish your body. May the rains wash clean that which is ready to let go, and wrap you in a garment of undying love.
Snow in April
What we need around these whispered fears is to breathe deeply allow our tender hearts to open to compassion for ourselves, our loved ones, and all beings near and far.
Green Spirals
It's easier to bring the not scary parts of yourself out into the world. To hope that the Wild parts of ourselves are the parts that we don't mind sharing.
If we do this right
If we do this right—and by that I mean with grace and compassion—perhaps we’ll see ourselves in strangers. Really see ourselves for the global family that we are.
Shifting
Impermanence, a word, a feeling that has been sticking with me lately. The impermanence of life; of season, of weather, of joy, of distress, of successes, and of failures
Owl Hope
For a poet to be rendered speechless, well,
that takes something out of the ordinary.
Like the Barred Owl who has chosen to roost
on a tall pine in my yard.
I saw the droppings first and the tell-tale pellets
that told me she was—or had been—there.
Stepping Into New
Stepping into 2020 many of us are fraught with worries about what the future may hold. Here at The Wild Institute, we planned to start this year by talking about ways to deepen our skills of being Wildly Present.
Surrender
What if surrendering was the most true and lion-hearted way of being? I know, I know, I hate it too. I shudder as I write these words being no fan of anything that smacks of giving up... or, let’s be honest here, of the sense of not being in control. But some part of me feels the truth of this.
The Play of Light
Today it’s the play of light:
for an instant, just the tops of trees are touched by morning sun.
Churning grey clouds bring into focus the sun-kissed leaves
turning green hues to glowing gold.
Yesterday it was the breathtaking outline of seed heads–
wild grasses swaying in the […]
For the Earth Warriors
We are a crafty lot. And when you need to sigh or cry or fall apart there are others here to help you pick up the pieces and begin again. And again. Until we tilt the circumstances or die trying. This beautiful world is worth it. And you, Earth Warrior, are part of that beauty.
