Poetry is a natural form of writing for me. For 10 years I wrote a new Wild Thought every Wednesday. They’ve shifted to monthly poems now, but every time I write one, I better remember who I am.
Wild Grief Listen to Chris read “Wild Grief” Start up close and from the back side. Don’t reach for the long view yet. It’s too much to ask of your grieving heart. Look close up, to the silhouette of seed heads on Wild grass. Stand behind a sunflower, on the…
Just as Winter Insists Snow!!! And lots of it! We snow lovers have been waiting with varying degrees of patience…or not. But the skies have opened. Winter finally decided to decorate. She woke from her long slumber and brushed the snow from her den. Flakes came down with steady swirling…
The Truth About Ice Rain. Rain? In Minnesota?!? In winter??!!?? As puddles deepened, the temperature fell. Clumps of slush froze in place. Long stretches of ice now shape the terrain. Even weeks later, a simple walk requires full attention and a little luck. Snow has eluded us, so we look…
The Tapestry of Moments If you live in a part of the world where, looking out your window right now, you see leaves in radiant shades of crimson and saffron, then, by any means necessary, get yourself outside. Look how sunlight or the muted tones of grey make each leaf…
Come to your senses We all have our ways. Things we do, think, say, or feel that help us get present again when we’ve drifted far into the murky waters of worrying about what’s to come or what has been. For me, it’s often tactile— breathing in soft fur working…
When plans change Clouds circled, sluggish with snow, in the April sky. Left in its wake was a white blanket 15 inches deep. It was a marvel, with winds sending flakes sideways –even upward– no telling where they’d land. It snowed for days. And while many grumbled, no one could…
Go Outside Take a breath. Close your eyes. Exhale. Listen. In the north country this year we’ve had long-lasting cold temperatures. We’re tough, we manage. We suit up and go on with our days. It’s fine, if a little wearying – the weight of all that we wear. Perhaps you’ve…
