It was about the loss. It was about the incomprehensible need to keep it safe. Was it about immortality, the fear of death, legacy? Or just that this beauty is my love. I do not know another way to say this. I love these wetlands. The telephone wires held high above the bridge. Two...
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Posts Tagged ‘ earth stories ’
The Appalachian Trail and the Sea
I’m writing a book for some time now. It’s about the intersection of grief, resilience and coastal environmental concerns. During the last year while working very slowly or just absorbing information for the chapter I’ve been on, it seemed I needed to know why I was doing this, to even justify my writing and...
La Vie en Wetlands
It started out just as Yeats had said. It was about work and the grind and the difficulties and the schedule and the lack of freedom and everything that doesn’t feel like anything you want with the exception of the paycheck. If you’ve been there and done that, then this could be your signature...
Message to self and others
Writing is an interior act and behavior. Anyone that engages in this activity understands this. You enter a world of your own and begin whatever it is that you or others might call writing. It is an inside job. Its such an inside job that it’s strange for me to think of it as...
Filtered sunlight
Shadows and humming, songs and solitary notes. Light coming through the holly leaves. Circles of shadows on the snow from the red berries. Birds folding themselves into the pointed trees. The sound of the refrigerator or the heating system when the wind isn’t speaking. The ice already melting and winter just settling in. The...
Summer Sunday
At first I was wondering if amniotic fluid was like the ocean. But the day’s journey began thinking about the color salmon; whether it works on the walls of your home or not. I remembered hearing about a paint called “dead salmon.” Clever name. Cynicism comes to your local paint and hardware store. It...
from Natal Catalyst
I wonder whether I received a primal push the way someone launches a boat into the water. Or if this natal catalyst is something that has influenced the direction I’ve been going in ever since I got started. I mean from way back when. Wouldn’t that be something? Whether the catalyst turns out...
Teagong or stirring the soup
My qigong practice begins with stirring the soup. Right away I notice the interior dialogue that I’m having. It isn’t just dialogue. It’s lists and to dooz that I remembered I didn’t do. It’s imaginary conversations; even comebacks or responses I wish I had made. It is the stuff of talking with others or...
Hiroshige’s dream
Foxes waiting under a moonlit tree to become human have only parcels of land and the domed shadows of trees. Do you know this as despair? We all learned that the West was the frontier. As the...
the wild blues
The Wild Blues will be here soon. Based upon a performance piece called The Wild Blue, this site is the future home of the book The Wild Blue, the blues chamber, a place for words about grief and the rainbow chamber, a place for words about resilience. Since this site is meant to be...