Poetry

In the book, Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimerer writes about our false sense of separation from all living things. She says we refer to birds and grass and sky as inanimate objects.  That bird, it’s singing; the grass, it’s green; the sky, it’s clear today. Imagine speaking of your grandmother this way: dear Nana, it […]

Have you noticed this time is ripe with creative expression? That it’s a time rife with suffering too? Our struggles seem to catapult us into transmutation, like soil composting rotten scraps. It all has to go somewhere, these widespread atrocities, these mundane chronic aches and pains, the parts of ourselves most shameful. We have to […]

The way through our darkest hours is our steadfast, stubborn, perseverant making of things. I’ve been gobbling up art lately, books by musicians filling pages with bold claims that live concerts can save us from ourselves because it is in those halls and amphitheaters we reach our shared transcendence. It is through pulsing rhythms we […]

Everyone is tired. We are all just pummeled by our own doings. Can’t you see?  That the way we are going about this life is inside out and upside down.  Moving ever faster toward an unknown goal. More, more, more.  Because to sit still and surrender, to find our way home in our children’s faces […]