Category Archives: Deep Ecology

Finding a Way

Winter smoke.Silent forest.Nearing nightfall Chaos present.Walls increasing.Too much. Trapped here.Concrete, glass.Nightfall settling. Clearing mind.Opening mind.Letting go. Eyes closed.Energy arriving.Roots growing. Eyes opened.Path opened.Returning home. Advertisements

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Poem – Connections

Wandering the fields,a dusting of snow coats mature pine trees and grasses. They run free and wild as I walkthe trails we began building in the spring. Coyote dens near the hills are clean and organizedand the fox den recently found is still visible. So much life and nature in this field.Years are needed to […]
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Poem – Into the Storm

Following the untouched path filling with snow,the sky and fields begin to merge. The surrounding forest becomes muted and fadesas we slowly are swallowed. Winter grasses are the last to disappearamidst the fading background. We stand near the growing empty fieldsoon to be lost and with no directionand we tell ourselves this is needed,this reset […]
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Autumn Thoughts

Speeding through November with December around the corner, a pause is warranted in the daily flow to reflect, to think, to breath. The sun settles into the horizon earlier as darkness consumes more time and the cold encourages us to seek more warmth within ourselves. The day emerges slowly with orange and purple streaks as […]
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Surviving

Slow down, stop, look to the sky. With eyes closed, take in nature, exhale burdens, worries, and angst. If only for that moment.

Poem – Saman

The black silent outline moves closer as time passes, time not from here. The empty sky vibrates as a thin line emerges from the horizon’s depths. I walk into the water folding with the sky and feel no cold, no pain, no burden as the golden light seeps into my heart. Upon the ancient boulders […]
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Poem – At the End of the Day

Cast from expectations of treeless horizons and concrete enforced cities, we landed here within the forest which quickly enveloped us. Towering pines scatter the August afternoon and we run through fallen needles and shadows. At the end of the day we rest in the native grases and watch butterfly wings open and close.

Poem – Connections

Regardless of what the trail is made of, it connects us to the earth, guides us through the forest, allows us to be within.

Poem – Simple

A quiet evening as the dust settles and chaos is held at bay, watching the sunset with nature’s creatures. Simple. These moments defining a life provide peace and a bit of knowledge grounding our place to and within the world.

Poem – Flight

Against an evening sunset and blue backdrop a pair of ravens circle, descend, and ascend a last time before landing in pine trees beginning to green as the last holds of winter give. Clinging to limbs as the winds arrive in gusts from across the lake they call to others a few trees over and […]
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