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Learning Nature’s Language
A heavy rain last night, and now a cool morning. Tall grasses adorned with seed heads give indication of the slightest breeze, as they dip and swirl as if in conversation. It’s a language I can’t...
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It’s Okay and Good and Beautiful
Some days I feel more than I think. This morning is overcast with intermittent rain, as if a shower head is being turned on and off and on at random intervals. It’s a morning I want to turn a shower...
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This is Summer
A certain quality of light infuses my days, and I can’t help but fall into it. These mountains we live across from pour the evenings over us, wash us in mists and sunsets, reflect the first light of...
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A Clearing in the Wild
There are times when the roads of my inner landscape are covered with rocks, and my ankles feel weak, and I’m not sure which way to go, until a note of beauty strikes my ears and I gulp in the sounds...
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A Farmer’s Hands
Soil has worked itself deep into the crevices of my skin, along the outside edges of my forefingers, where I grab at knotweed and plantain, twist the roots of grass and pull them from beds. It colors...
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To be alive and full and whole
To be seen. To be free. To be alive and full and whole–the yearnings of soul. Evening comes and the sun lights upon the horizon, it’s rays like open petals before dusk: an invitation, an opening, an...
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Traveling Light
Summer grows roots from my feet into the soil of this land. The sun bleaches streaks of blonde in my strawberry hair, and freckles emerge like seeds on my skin. The earth and light do their part to...
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Risk on the Mountain
View of the Worcester Range from the summit of Camel’s Hump I dreamt of bears on Friday night, having read of a black bear on Camel’s Hump who’s not afraid of humans. A popular Long Trail campsite...
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Meeting Trees
September. We are well enough into it now, though the burst of heat that wrangled itself around our limbs in the month’s first week felt more like summer than most of July. Much has happened in the...
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Good Medicine
March came in with a bluster of sustained wind and strong gusts, dropping the temperature 40º in the course of one night. The house trembled against the gusts, and I laid in bed, my stomach hollowing...
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No Mud, No Lotus
Years ago, sitting cross-legged in a yoga class, my teacher spoke about the muck on the bottom of the pond. How the muck is home to the roots. How it gives birth to the lotus. I sat there,...
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The Wildness and the Wild
4/6/2016 6:12 am — A periwinkle sky, soft and bright and so translucent it seems to levitate above the mountains. Which of course it always does, but only now do I see just how the horizon is born...
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What use are memories?
frog eggs in pond, april 30 2015 The frogs are back. For weeks before they returned, Waylon would pull at me as we passed by the pond and say, “froggies sleepin’?” “Yep, the froggies are sleeping under...
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Living Like Weasels
“We can live any way we want. People take vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience—even of silence—by choice. The thing is to stalk your calling in a certain skilled and supple way, to locate the...
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All the News I Need
The forest floor is littered with maple flowers. Look down anywhere and you’ll see the pink with purple specks brightening up the leaf litter. Waylon and I spent ten minutes in one spot just last...
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Vibrant Summer
Summer’s vibrancy is here, infusing into me, or maybe it is me infusing into the landscape of greens and blues. Most of my writing these days is over in the farm blog, and instagram vignettes....
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Ramble Across the Sky
Even on the most blustery day, the mountains are steady Learn the lessons of the wind and earth Walk between the two Let your breath ramble across the sky Let your body feel the slow pulse of the...
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