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The Poetry Box
It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon. I was practically giddy with excitement, having successfully installed my new, hand-crafted poetry box* in front of our house near Asheville, North Carolina. In the same way…
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Voices of the Rain
“Water sustains all life. Her songs begin in the tiniest of raindrops, transform to flowing rivers, travel to majestic oceans and thundering clouds and back to earth again. When water is threatened, all…
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Pink Slippers, Black Nights, and Blue Ghosts
“Perhaps, the most courageous thing we can do as a people is to behold.” Mako Fujimura
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More Meadow Moods
“To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter… to be thrilled by the stars at night;…
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Resting in the Green
“All I want…is to smell green, to taste air, to feel the earth want me… Phillip Pulfrey, from Love, Abstraction and other Speculations
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When the Sap Runs
“A sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter. It is the fruit of the equal marriage of the sun and frost.” John Burroughs
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Living with Less
“Have nothing in your house you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.” William Morris
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Meadow Moods
“Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of…
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Still Life with Pallet Tree and Mourning Dove
“Winter perches like a bird; wings tucked in so the soul is heard.” Angie Weiland-Crosby
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Praise November
“Praise the light of late November,the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones…Praise what little there’s left:the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,shells… the meadow of dried weeds… the quilt of…
