Category: Deep Ecology

  • Spirits in the Forest (Video)

    Spirits in the Forest (Video)
  • Giants

    Giants

    I walked in the empty fieldsand fell before the giants. Holding up the winter skytheir gaze met with fear. Laying in the snow and staring at the skyI wonder what being or energy keeps the balance and the motion, the systemand the path moving despite the tremendous odds, changes everywhere, and the chaosas humans continue…

  • Winter Grass and Wind

    Winter Grass and Wind

    The winter grass and wind sings her song. Ravens join the chorus. Returning to roots and origin. Lulled to sleep by the natural world.

  • Finding a Way

    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.

  • Poem – Connections

    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…

  • Poem – Into the Storm

    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…

  • Autumn Thoughts

    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…

  • Surviving

    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

    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…

  • Poem – At the End of the Day

    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.