From For the Light

Solstice There is little snow on the ground when you begin your morning walk on this the shortest day of the year. This is the season of gathering cold, the fading memory of spring. Light flows slowly through the woods, a light you could harvest like grain or scoop into your astonished mouth the way…Read more From For the Light

language ii

the trees are speaking a new language today. a tongue i’ve never heard. it’s white and brilliant, sparkling in the wind with infectious energy; a million tiny bolts of lightning, or anti- matter and matter colliding, disappearing and creating light that penetrates the soul; it’s a klicking akin to the language of dolphins, neither as…Read more language ii