Autumn Grief

Autumn Grief

The flowers have all faded, the seeds scattered to the wind and to be swallowed by the ground; the moisture has evaporated and leaves burnt by the sun hang on by a mere thread before casting themselves off to die and become mulch and eventually new soil…

On Wildcrafting…

On Wildcrafting…

On Wildcrafting, and Being a Living Part of the Land: ✧ Though absorption into music, dance, or even community are homecomings in their own right, it’s possible there is no time I am happier and more at-home than when wildcrafting plant friends. Perhaps...
What is this “Wild?!”

What is this “Wild?!”

What is this “Wild?!” It’s true, I use that word a lot. But what do I mean? Do I mean wild and crazy, doing things recklessly, out of the ordinary, loud and rebelliously…? No, in fact, the “wild” that I speak of is actually very ordinary, the natural state of things. A deer is wild, but it is quiet, timid, watchful…

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