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Poem – Welcome
Tears fall upon the lotus growing near the red water. A robed figure walks the dirt path from the bay carrying a full bucket not one drop is spilled as they descend a hill leading to the monastery. ~ Trees give up their leaves to the earth, the earth gives the leaves to animals, what…
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Poem – Eyes
“Your eyes are closed”. “I’m not sleeping”. That I cannot see through light reflection and absorption I see and imagine through sound and subtle interpretations. I hear the wind through the forest and imagine birds feet clamped down, swaying with each breath. I hear ducks cannonball into the pond counting each of their children. I…
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Snowshoeing on 03/02/14
Snowshoeing on 03/02/14 I follow the packed trail others before me have taken. Winding through pine, poplar, and birch, it hugs the rocky shoreline. Up and down over boulders and outcroppings, the trial heads deep into the woods before I stop. An abandoned building overlooks the lake. Trees tower over the skewed roof and poke…
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The Search, Revisited
The goal is not to chase and find enlightenment – it is already within. The goal and path is to uncover who we already are as beings, as people, as neighbors, as caretakers of this earth, with respect and peace. So much time is spent chasing something out there, just beyond our reach. The energy…
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Trail Building and Fall
Fall is the perfect time of year for building trails through the woods. Most tree leaves have fallen, the intense underbrush of summer, including small trees, weeds, and tall grasses, have wilted. The trail emerges and you can more easily find where you left off the previous fall. Passing by birch, pine, oak, and maple…
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Poem – Concrete Supernova
“Where are you from?” She turned, looking over her shoulder, and motioned toward the forest. The forest I was walking toward. I could not help staring at her eyes – a blue I have never seen – ethereal, from some ancient landscape, from a time lost and forgotten. The forest looked more alive as the…
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Poem – Lady in the Forest
For earth day… I awoke in the boreal forest white pine reaching skyward, a canopy of shadow a secret deep within the green walls, reflected hues off the morning dew, shimmers when the wind arrives I sought guidance from the lady the lady in the forest with streaking blood red locks a look of calm…
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Poem – Fracture 56
the winged sun whispers light the winged sun expels white dust. and the morning dew cold to our touch and the deer trail leads us deeper into the woods. subtle April needles green mingling with ancient blue from an artist’s palette. the ravens echo mocks other birds a ploy and trick to conceal its presence,…
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Retreat Building Continues
We have spent the last 4-weekends finishing a retreat and wildlife refuge up north. This is a stepping stone toward our long-term plans to begin prairie restoration and maintain a healthy forest through sustainable practices. Work completed so far includes a trail system for access to the deep woods, selection of the prairie project location,…