Wild Thoughts

Original poetry to inspire you to Live Wild.

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.

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What does it mean to pray?

By Wild Thoughts

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,…

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A Winter Walk

By Wild Thoughts

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…

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Seeing Solstice

By Wild Thoughts

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…

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For All

By Wild Thoughts

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…

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Breathing Fire

By Wild Thoughts

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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Re-Wilding

By Wild Thoughts

“Hope is the thing with feathers,” so says Emily Dickinson. “When despair for the world grows in me I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and I come into the peace of wild things.” Borrowed, of course, from Wendell Berry. When…

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Spring Polarities

By Wild Thoughts

Spring Polarities It’s the freeze at night, thaw by day cycle of early spring that gets the sap flowing. Freezing creates negative pressure that condenses cells in the tree. Thawing causes positive pressure, which expands those cells. The sugary sap of the maple thus flows up and down the tree….

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Insurrection

By Wild Thoughts

Insurrection We humans are quite a mess these days. Ranging from blind rage to unsettled to terrified. Maybe we’re always like this, but right now we seem particularly public in our display. What are we to do with this onslaught of emotions? I ask myself that a lot these days….

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Owl

By Wild Thoughts

Owl She’s not there all the time. Just enough to keep me looking up. I round the corner at the back of the yard where the tall pines grow, approaching, always, with hushed anticipation. Just in case. Sometimes she’s there roosting on the limb that must be the right combination…

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Taking it in

By Wild Thoughts

Taking it in   Early snow. So many leaves still in the midst of autumn. From radiant yellows to deep red, russet, and orange really, the leaves were just getting started. Then, big wet flakes drifted down. All day long. Until seven inches blanketed the ground.   Now brightly colored…

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