Wild Poems

Put your feet on the ground.
Really.
Take your shoes off if you can.
Dirt is good or grass, rocks…even pavement.

Put your feet on the ground.
Close your eyes.
Tune in only to sounds that center you.
Feel the air against your cheek.

See if you can feel or imagine
the rich deep pulse of the earth
Notice how […]

Is there a place you could go
where, standing among the trees,
you look up into a canopy of branches
still leafless in their winter slumber?

Where the silhouette shapes are framed
by vibrant blue sky etched with clouds?

If so, then go. Perhaps leave right away.
Take yourself to a place where branches paint the sky
and […]

Trust your Wild spirit.
Tell yourself again and again
in whispers or fierce growls,
Trust your Wild spirit.

This is your most important task.

Feel the rhythm of the earth
beneath your feet.
Breathe with the wind
and the expanse of sky.
Sway with the mighty trees
that bend, but do not break.
And call these things by their name,
just as […]

Deep cold settles and smooths the river.
Waves are replaced with the dark, hushed calm of ice.

In the quiet of night, the moon shines twice—
in the sky and also shimmering on the dark mystery of Wild ice.
As if the moon and the ice-bound river
were greeting one another, saying ‘Namaste.’
“I see the […]

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 […]

Hold close your Wild spirit
as this nation churns.
Cup your hands around it
like you would a candle in wind,
preserving your flame.