I I live in secret meadow surrounded by trees. The branches pull me into their being. I sleep with my windows open. The wild air…
Every day I see or hear something
that more or less kills me with delight,
that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.
It is what I was born for—
to look, to listen, to lose myself
inside this soft world—
to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation.
Nor am I talking about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant— but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab, the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar, I say to myself,
how can you help but grow wise
with such teachings as these—
the untrimmable light of the world,
the ocean’s shine, the prayers that are made out of grass?
The Last 12 months in photos
“Spring is the mischief in me”. This is a quote by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes, a writer, storyteller doctor of Jungian psychology, teacher, and reminder…
White Owl Flies Into and Out of The Field Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or…
We are stardust, we are golden We are billion year old carbon And we got to get ourselves back to the garden -Joni Mitchell
Annie and Sally, the darling forest horses, were two of the sweetest creatures I have ever met. They tolerated, and maybe even liked Duggy’s puppy…
Robinwood is rich with wild edible and medicinal plants and herbs. An abundance of roots, berries, and herbs to be harvested each summer and fall…