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.
What if we could hear our own soul speak? I mean, we already do from time to time, right? A bolt of intuition or a deep sense of knowing comes, or a feeling of calm wisdom settles upon us. We can and we do tap into our inner spirit especially…
Air thick with humidity. Sun hazy but blinding still in its glare. Today holds ease in its harsh light. Ease in that we best not rush, the heat will overwhelm. Move slowly—unlike everything we ever hear in our human to human exchanges. Walk carefully, pause in the shade so that…
An orchard full of questions In grasping for answers –when we hold too tight– we squeeze the juice right out of the question. In search of definitive, black and white certainty we unwittingly plot a rigid path that narrows with each step. It’s hard not to dig in, once we’ve…
Mud and Muted Miracles I’ll be honest. April is not my favorite month. The snow is either gone or too crunchy or punchy to play with. The ground is still frozen so garden prep can’t really happen. It’s a time of in between known here in the northland as Mud…
What does it mean to pray? What does it mean to pray? Gathered together or on our own? For some, it’s a direct line to a creator. For others, it’s more of a universe thing, tapping into a connection, say, with the natural world and ‘sending’ it. For still others,…
A Winter Walk Ah, Winter, you often maligned sometimes scowled at beauty of a season. I get it. If people are only shoveling or driving upon slippery roads, some of your shine can wear off pretty quickly. Dear reader, if you are someone lacking either the gear or the gumption to…
Seeing Solstice There is a pause now this quiet Solstice time before light slowly lengthens. The temptation? To count the days. To hold our breath until daylight stretches into evening and early morning forces back the darkness. What a relief it will be these light-starved eyes to see again no…
Thanksgiving greetings to all of you from The Wild Institute. As I considered posting the annual Thanksgiving Wild Thought, I found myself pausing, not quite able to just post it as we enter into our 2nd Thanksgiving with Covid19 still so prevalently in our midst. My wish for you, whether you…
The maples steal my breath with glowing leaves the colors of fire. Likewise the birch golden against deep blue sky. Walk among them now on a crisp sunny day. Inhale the shades of red, yellow, and orange until, in your exhale, you could almost breathe fire from the glory of…
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