Wild Poems
For all…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.
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.
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.
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.
What We Have In Common
Remember the rhyme about April showers and May flowers? Well, it hardly does justice to the moisture that has fallen from the sky these past days. It's as if it rained green and the land responded with an eruption of lime and emerald hues.
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.
