For Those Who Listen to Earth

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d have 10 poetry books out there, flitting about in the bushes and soaring in winter skies. This time last year there were just the two originals, that grew from my time in the forest and mountains, and only a more modest goal that two, maybe three, would be flying the nest by summer.

But our creations sometimes have a way of wanting into the world, and they won’t leave you alone until they find a form.

So these additional eight over the last year joined the flock. It has felt less like a traditional book launch, and more like a robust bear padding down to the river, putting paw prints down on the meandering path, or curious flirty fox observing the scene around the campfire-or, to keep to my metaphor-feathered friends in murmuration, chirping up the dawn for the new year.

Collectively they weave an earth-centered spirituality of intimate presence, wild nature, and embodied belonging with the animate web of life, exploring themes of conversation and communion with the more-than-human world, inner and outer transformation, the sensuous and playful as well as the shadow and struggle, and the ceremony of being alive in nature’s rhythms.

May these be of some small service in this time of The Great Turning.

You can forage some for you basket here.