Every morning I am born into the kingdom of Crow.
For weeks now my window has been shrouded with black capes opening, swooping, the exhausting labor of feeding their young. A little nest, well camouflaged within the top of a pine tree, crouches...
In the wilderness of ourselves...
We are stripped of all the usual distraction, hiding, and excuse-making. It is here that the compulsive over-achiever in us trembles at being left as an ordinary human being, stripped of all of the ways she...
I have been waiting for her. Every week I patiently gather her leaf clothes into piles of bright flames. Some leaves get stashed under bushes to decompose through the sleep of time, while the brimming excess of others get put into an old, stinky...
The wind has been rattling her bony fingers all day, scraping them against window panes, rustling them through dry branches, using them to boldly clang the metal chime outside my front door. These are not the green winds of early fall who are just...
Bashing themselves about,
stag horns clashing as
cymbals of wood and wind.
The watchful mothers are stirring,
shifting their burdens as they
wait for their moment.
IT. IS. NOW.
Restless roots cleave the ground,
leaving...
I don’t want to think, I just want to lie hard in my bed, listening to the rolling, trembling mountains of my body that don’t say a word.
I don’t want to think, I just want to give all of myself to this lawn chair, letting...
Why It Is Essential For Women Changemakers to Know Themselves as Part of the Earth...
Global climate change is always in the back of your mind, a distressing static of sorts. You consider yourself an environmentalist and you make good...
It is a question that just does not seem to want to go away: what does the true embodiment of rooted confidence look like for the modern woman? Not a sexy, polished sort of confidence but the kind of deeply grounded inner knowing that is unshaken...
The tide is all the way out
and the sand underneath
feels packed and rippled
with roan speckles
spread along the smooth hide of an appaloosa,
carefully combed down with the pulling,
clawing fingers of the waves.
We are standing on a vast,
...
It is finally time.
The afternoon weather considerate,
warm enough for lace wings and a life outdoors.
When they feel the liberation of open air,
a rush of adrenaline sweeps through,
an invisible lattice of electricity.
The...
Every morning I am born into the kingdom of Crow.
For weeks now my window has been shrouded with black capes opening, swooping, the exhausting labor of feeding their young. A little nest, well camouflaged within the top of a pine tree, crouches...
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