Ancestry
Ancestry is a process of embodying ecological lineage, weaving soil and soul…
Notch me in a nook
With a good book
And look away
The Sound of Integrating
Walking today I felt a chill breeze. Not like the cold air accompanying snowfall, or the frozen winds across tundra, but rather a chill breeze…
The Sound of Sunlight
Sitting in a street garden, letting the silky breeze brush over me. Days are relaxed and stretching out. Sunlight fills up my journal pages…
I recall rivers red running
Bloodless and bold
Pulsing and told
The Sound of Unfurling
Under the sun, tulips straightening out petals, cats kneading paws, birds cooing to find mates, and my eyelids drape like blankets, keeping my inner vision warm and fuzzy – light gently leaking in through edges, colors transforming…
The Sound of Haze
Between an equinox and an eclipse, April is showering. Spring rain, like a lover’s buttery sweat, whispers aliveness. It allures tiny curious buds to take shapes of their own…
The Sound of Flame
What impossible feats await the spring? Will March bring the burning snows? Will the ashfall blanket the earth in silence…
The Sound of Snowmelt
A simple small snowfall graced this place. Silence fell to earth and birthed a feeling in me – a rhyme with the great themes of time. Something sacred amidst the fluttering snow, a stillness of mind and beating of heart…
I remember maple trees
And tin-sap-buckets
Trunk bound
Gratitudes
Saturday night's sound meditation feels like coming home to a part of myself, a once hidden vibration inside finding its way into form…
The Sound of Return
Long nights expand more than just the dark. A relief for the shape of the day to go away, gifting an impression of night. A sculptor finding joy in the marble carved away…
The Sound of Gathering
Gathering winds whisk me more and more. A few leaves remain branch bound in defiance, yet fall continues to descend. I can taste the silence and stillness of winter on the horizon, yet my present is still born on crisp gusts…
Nothing is something
We forgot
The Sound of Seasons
At the height of this season, the world around me pauses in its fullness. The mute of winter, and the startle of spring, seem long gone. Now and here, in the cradle of heat that seems to slow the roll of the seasons, I steady…
The Sound of Lush
The lush has taken over. Once spindled branches and silent stalks have emerged to their fullness. I feel the wild again, that only sun can bring. A gregarious green grimaces outside my window, obscuring my once unconditional view, speaking of life…
Waking through a kiss
Of midnight bliss
No past did I miss
The Sound of Sprigs
The beauty in a sharp chill’s satisfying snap slips between my fingers, as a wandering wind rushes through, willing me to hasten home. Hugging tight, shoulders to ears, something brightens in my contraction…
The Sound of Polarity
When the wind is absent, I sense the delicacy of winter, like a piece of soft silk carefully wrapping my face, or a snowflake silently melting in my palm. This coldness practices in its timid voice, afraid of its power to awaken the sleepers inside…
The Sound of Time
Under the moon shine, we sail together, knitting stories into a net. In the long night, we hold corners of the net, waiting for the harmonics to fall together into serenade…