The way home

It takes fifteen minutes and a lifetime to drive home.

No foots wrong

Just trying to get everything lined up and certain…

The chair

Today I am sitting on a chair, still, with my eyes closed…

Only by stopping

Amid the noise and the dinners, the rushing and the Zooms, the texts and the nexts…

December buds

If you go for a walk in the woods this December…

Stop and look up

Below insists the slushy, grey snow
of the everyday…

Bags of groceries

As I drove along Highway 118, up the hill and through the forest…

Mountain

Sometimes when I’m homesick for a wild mountain…

Squirrel

The squirrel, cozy amid the frost, stamps its feet at the excitement…

The oak beam

There’s an oak beam stretching from here to there…

Courage

It’s curious, isn’t it, that amid the spice and salt of every day…

Snowflake

Just now I stepped outside into the cold air…

Embrace

It’s odd–but probably true–that if you hug mud…

Just gather

I wonder if the chickadees, busy all daygathering sunflower seeds to hideamid the trees, worry about the winter–the snow, the ice, the dark, the storms?Or do they just…

Everyday heaven

Look closely and you might finda bird on a branchwith its fluffy feathersis an everyday portal to heaven.

Awe

What is life if we forget…

Treeness

One day I might become a tree…

Sugar

If you were seven and you were luckyyou would come home from schooland your mother or your fatheror someone else who cared for youwould give you a gingerbread…

Nature remains

After Amazon Prime and Schitt’s Creek…

Saturated cycle

As I step outsidemy house (where thewood-stove is glowingand there are yellowbananas in the bowl),into the grey, gusty,sogginess of November,I notice the worldlives saturatedwith the cycle of endsand…

Water and world-stuff

Evenasit’srainingthebirdskeepfeeding.I guess they know a “bird” is mostly water and world-stuff anyway.

The wishing well

When I was a kid, I liked to finda wishing well – the kind you’d droppennies into and hope for a Rubik’s Cube.Sometimes, I’d try to glimpse thebottom…

Lost in the woods

I’m going to get lost in the woods…

Without needing answers

Is asking questions…

When you are five

Do you remember, somewhere…

Maybe today it’s enough to

Maybe today it’s enoughto drink mint tea and eatginger biscuits while thechickadees chuckmillet and the squirrelssteal sunflower seeds.I can fix the world another day.

Let go and dropped them

I was clutching my problems so hard my hands were hurting.So I let goanddroppedthem. The funny thing?Nothing broke at all.

The meadow

We will get out the rakeand scrape away the crudof striving, the golf scores,the quartz counter-tops,the shiny car. We will dig throughthe compacted earth of achievement,the rubble of…

Last night

Last night at six o’clockor thereabouts, I flirted withmy dusky side, my uncertain,unstable, darkly side,when grey rocks glowedmoonly and silvery mothsbrushed me. Last night the wind forgotto blow…

The stoic things

Let me remember the stoic things,the stable, stolid, standing things. The rocksslowly cracked by ice and roots,the lightninged pine, the holed hemlock,the bass awaiting a winter blocked by…

Just be

There are timeswhen the thing to dois to simply be,to gather pillowsand tea, and watchthe blue jaysand the squirrelslive their ordinarythrough the window.

The gorgeous slurry of existence

Is life found in the brackish parts and the misty parts, in the delicious gray of half-knowings and maybes? Are we only fully open when half-in-half-out(half-not-sure)? Perhaps this…

Trust

One day I’ll let go ofthe screwdriver, the hammerand the wrench. I’ll put the nailsback in their box, the top screwedon the Super Glue. I’ll tear upplan B,…

Soap

Is there anything more delightful than a freshly unwrapped bar of soap, whose corners will never be as sharp as they are today?

Sunflower seeds

I can’t decide if I shouldbuy stocks or sell gold,whether the trail to the right is betterthan the path to the left or ifbutterscotch is superiorto caramel. I…

The steering wheel

Let me rememberto loosen my grip onthe steering wheel of life,allow my hands to relax,my elbows to sink. Let the roadtake me, the wheels rolland notice – yes…

Shades of brown

Can I sink into the shades of brown,the mushroom, bark, earth?Let me inhalethe mud, the chestnut horse.Shades of brown so nourishing,I will let red alone.

Matters

John,we will call him that,got himself all upsetabout the neighborand what he didand how disrespectfuland rudeand thoughtless he was;so distressedJohn could not sleepand was angrymuch of the time.Then…

Alive

On a sullen day with agentle breeze, the heavyhemlock, the bronzed beech,the peeling bark – they’re allsoftly moving in a danceof aliveness.

Down deep

Rocked on the foamy waves…

Nowhere slowly

Let us go nowhere slowlyand find the world –the woodpecker knockand the chickadee float.Let us love the gigglingchoir of the stream andthe brave clover shoots.Let us go nowhere…

Wastefully efficient

Look at naturewith its thousand treesand their million leaves.Billions of sperm,trillions of bacteria.Mosquitoes,dragonflies,moths. So much,so wastefullyefficient.

Delicious

It’s curious how autumn can smelldelicious, warmly loamy, earthy, cozy.The crispy leaves trap the heat,the nourishing nuts in woodchuck’s nest.There’s bark and twigs, seeds and thorns.It’s gorgeous, nutritious,…

Here

Sometimesthe easiest way to get to the place I need to beis by sitting still.

Bark

Sometimes when I want toget out of my head I reachfor a beer and other timesI visit a tree and notice itsthirteen shades of brown and itsAppalachian bark,…

The cup

Every time I’m herebut not here, I missthe shine on thehard, white, clean porcelain cup.

Everyday sunsets

A fresh leaf in fall,the chipmunk with hiccups,a soft mossy forest,some quartz in a stone.A new blue flower,the breeze in the branches,that cheep from the sparrow,a far wisp…

Monday

Will this Monday be the dayI learn to sweep the world’sfallen leaves; when Post-its and dollarscan be brushed aside to revealthe sweet ground of life? Will this be…

Fullness

How curious, says he one daywhile sitting on the couch,how life can be full in the headwith its to-dos and its bills,it’s difficult conversationsand its 2pm dates. And…

Lime

The kitchen smells of limethis morning – a zesty Hi!from the night before. Outside is fog,inside is Florida. Like a kick of joy in a groggy dream.