I’m going to D.C. in April with Defenders of Wildlife to lobby for wildlife. I’m so grateful for this incredible opportunity to get a glimpse of the inner workings of our government and if nothing else, take advantage of an opportunity to stand up for my values and take my truth as far as my voice will go. I don’t know exactly how this trip will unfold, who we will be talking to, or if anything will get through to
A dear friend of mine recently described her new found love for ballet. She felt silly in her enthusiasm because she was a novice and knew nothing about the technical aspects of the dance, she just knew she loved it. That’s how I feel about poetry. There is a naive joy in it for me.
My morning ritual — reading and writing poetry has turned into a form of prayer for me. With the recent change of season, I had a lapse in this precious time. As the chilly air started settling in, I had to find a new space that called to me and allowed me to revel in my dream life just a bit longer. During this lapse, I found myself falling into old patterns. Going straight to my computer and
I’m still reveling in my morning poetry time. The thing I love most about taking this time to read/write poetry is that it allows me to linger in that dreamlike space before filling my mind with thoughts about the day. And once I have a poem in mind, it can hold me in that space and serve as a reminder throughout the day, to return to that place of quiet reverence. Ember turned 3 on Saturday and amidst all the celebration,
Lately, my morning ritual is to drink my coffee outside, facing the rising sun while reading poetry, writing and sitting in silence. Well, mostly silent—Ember is usually there with me. She sits beside me in her little blue rocking chair, even her toddler self seams to relax into the moment and she enjoys a good poem now and again. Makes my heart sing. I think her favorite is Mary Oliver. I look forward to this time more than anything and find that
I debated for a while whether or not I should share this poem. It’s very personal and I feel it comes from a sacred place. I wasn’t sure if it was meant to be shared, or stay close to my heart—free from outside judgement. I even consulted the I Ching, which brought more confusion. I sometimes find that consulting outer wisdom—as enlightening as it can sometimes be—can also bring you further from your own internal knowing. It’s funny, after
Today I asked my daughter if she wanted to go for a hike and she looks outside, thinks for a minute and says, ” I want to see the moose. Moose is outside. ” She says this as if the moose is part of our family and this brings me immense joy, because the moose is part of our family. We are all one. One of the reasons I love this place so much and feel so connected
Amazing artwork by: Andreas Lie (You can purchase very affordable prints here.) WHO WILL SPEAK? by: Linda Hogan If all the animals came from the hills, if all the fish came from the rivers, and all the birds came down from the sky we would know our lives, small, somewhere between the mountain and the ant. We would see what we do pass by and return around Earth’s curve. All I know are these rivers, and the air and