Deep Woods Bath: ImproVerse Haiku
I emersed me in/
woods, hoping to stop dying./
I must bathe more oft.
I emersed me in/
woods, hoping to stop dying./
I must bathe more oft.
Trees, wildflowers, birds,/ bugs, fields. The land teaches me / much. I want to share.
There’s no silence/ in Nature, nor would I/ want there to be. (Written as part of our Creative Expressions Retreat on our property across from the Chickamauga NMP –> http://passionretreats.com/creativeexpression6-26/ )
Earth Day’s 50! Then:/ I’m in Milwaukee’s River./ Now: I’ll plant Earth’s fields. Earth Day is 50! A half century ago I stood in the Milwaukee River in Estabrook Park near my home in Glendale, Wisconsin, loudly singing with other youth and cleaning out the old tires, mattress springs, tin cans and other junk that…
We need to get outside, to breathe fresh air, to see the sun, to feel nature. There was a time, when I worked at Microsoft near Seattle, where I never saw the sun. Even now, memories of sitting in a closet-like room with no windows, where I had to walk out a door and look…
This evening, just before the sun set, I walked around the edge of my driveway, taking photos of tree in my yard (specifically on the edge of my property). I was stunned by the bio-diversity of this small plot of land. within the distance I can throw a baseball (which isn’t very far), I have…
Picking Redux: The Last of the Late Season Blueberries It was, they said, too late in the season to find even the last of the late season blueberries. For weeks, pickers and birds had scoured the field for the small, blue bursts of anti-oxidants and health and taste. OH! The taste! Our house chef was…