During the 300 hr teacher training at the Esalen Institute, Janet Stone gave us an overnight homework to write a poem or something about forgiveness. This came out.
In a forest clearing I am building a fire. In a clearing on my way through the dark forest. I will stay here a night, or a week, or perhaps longer.
I am chopping up the firewood Continue reading “A Fire in a Forest Clearing”
Out there, there are the trees I didn’t climb,
The mountains I didn’t ascend,
Sing with me, call and I’ll respond
Play your drums
Dance with me in close embrace
Dance slowly into my open spaces, and I’ll dance into yours Continue reading “Summons”
She has never really left.
What happened was, she went to the forest with grandma and wandered off. Temporarily. Continue reading “A Missing Child”
Here, it’s dry, windy, hilly. The brown earth is dry under the feet. The wind blows dry air through the brown grass on the hills, through the hair, under the clothes, under the skin.
Even when it’s foggy, it’s dry. The wind blows the fog away. Continue reading “I Dream of Water”
Love letters understated 