Remembering my Inner Shaman The resonance of trees sensual feeling of the breeze a time frame slower than my senses can perceive There’s this unseen
Whether seeing the world as fast or slow, it seems frequently like a roller coaster or some dodgem cars that you can’t escape. Finding yourself
A Commentary Across the pond looking through the mist at the distant forest of trees on the opposite shore, seeming like a valley away from
A Musical meditation and conversation with the plant world I’ve perfected so well my language of words, yet I find in the plant world a
NANCY’S SONG 1 Here’s a song with feelings Oh, a song with words and colors and sunsets for your weary nerves. 2 Oh, a song
Ode to the Rouge River Ford plant TARNISHED HEROES Ode to the Rouge River Ford plant Sometimes someone shines an illuminating light on one of
Maybe, if you haven’t noticed, all we as a planet are merging out of the value of keeping up with the Joneses, a material culture
(Courtesy and Compassion for) A feeling of sorrowfor a past nowin the rear view mirrorA feeling of compassion forthose on the edgeof their mental health,having
Radiant sunset of sensual colors, lighting edges of consciousness like a candle for the mysterious black night; sliver of moon appears in the darkening northern
Shimmering, rippling pond surface mirror of reflections encircling trees on edge. – An unexpected breeze gently spreads a yellow-green mist of pollen across the water’s
“Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.”