Autumn Whispers

The morning air whispers strongly of Autumn in my lungs. The Great impending Fall of all we no longer need. The return of moisture for the gift of breathing deeply, to smell the aromas of culminating soil and seeds, preparing for a grand sleep. The scents of raindrops caressing petals of plants who surrender their … More Autumn Whispers

Tree Affinity

To be kin with the trees is to let their roots become your veins. Their branch­es, your limbs. Their leaves, your lungs.  Their waters, your blood. The jungle air is moist on your skin, and you drink it in, every pore enlivened and awake, informed by all that lives. The sun is a gift your … More Tree Affinity

The Call of Fire

The fires drove us away when they raged and caged my breath.  My family’s home in my lungs with buildings and machines, blood and bones, a million dead dreams and more. We could not have known what was in store for the forests of the world any more than the sea knew she’d be swallowing … More The Call of Fire

Molting

Sometimes I see forever before knowing if I can make it. Sometimes life falls apart like clumps of dirt held tightly in my hands. Will I be scattered on the wind this time, like the spokes of a wishflower? The force of air and spit from a mouth thrusting me into the unknown? Or will … More Molting