Wild Thoughts

Lyrics to Cicada’s Song Dressed in rain gear to deflect burrs I plunge into the woods that border my yard. It’s an annual event trying to remove the burrs from the ground which is far easier than from the dog. Burrs might well take over the world so designed are…

May the warmth of the sun kiss your skin and nourish your body. May the rains wash clean that which is ready to let go, and wrap you in a garment of undying love.

What we need around these whispered fears is to breathe deeply
allow our tender hearts to open to compassion
for ourselves, our loved ones, and all beings near and far.

If we do this right—and by that I mean with grace and compassion—perhaps we’ll see ourselves in strangers. Really see ourselves for the global family that we are.

Owl Hope For a poet to be rendered speechless, well,  that takes something out of the ordinary.   Like the Barred Owl who has chosen to roost on a tall pine in my yard.   I saw the droppings first and the tell-tale pellets that told me she was—or had…

What if surrendering was the most true and lion-hearted way of being? I know, I know, I hate it too. I shudder as I write these words being no fan of anything that smacks of giving up… or, let’s be honest here, of the sense of not being in control. But some part of me feels the truth of this.

The Play of Light   Today it’s the play of light: for an instant, just the tops of trees are touched by morning sun. Churning grey clouds bring into focus the sun-kissed leaves turning green hues to glowing gold.   Yesterday it was the breathtaking outline of seed heads– wild…

We are a crafty lot.
And when you need to sigh or cry or fall apart
there are others here to help you pick up the pieces
and begin again. And again.

Until we tilt the circumstances
or die trying.

This beautiful world is worth it.

And you, Earth Warrior, are part of that beauty.

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…