Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark, considering snow. On the dry, red road, I pass the place of the sunflower, that dark and secret location where creation took place. I wonder if it will return this summer, if it will multiply and move up to the other stand of flowers in a territorial struggle.Read More
It’s the cedar – the mother of lingonberry – that is my tree.
It doesn’t need summer – rain and snow are enough.
Its top is high and ragged, no one hears its sound.
It has a tough, long root that it sinks into gravel.
The world is hungry for your beauty,
to bring forth
your deepest gifts.Read More
Recently, the concept of kindness has been much on my mind. I have been in London arranging for long-term carers for my 90-year-old mother who recently fell down stairs. She has fallen a lot lately, and it's clear that living alone is no longer a viable option.Read More
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.Read More
Connections are made slowly, sometimes they grow underground.You cannot tell always by looking what is happening.Read More
When did poetry arrive for you? What is your relationship to poetry? Do you write it, read it? Where does it live for you?Read More
The shallow, soulless stories that hold sway in our materialist culture de-wild our souls and separate us from the natural world. My passion has always been to re-root our stories in the land and in our own wild psyches.Read More
A beautiful poem by Michael Havers that has us question our place in nature.Read More
Alice Walker writes, “Thank you is the best prayer that anyone could say.” In adopting “gratitude” as my word for the year, I am seeking to live more prayerfully, more aware of all that I love and am touched by. Gratitude is saying, I have enough, I don’t need more. Imagine a world where we all practiced feeling grateful for what we have, rather than looking at what we lack.Read More