These short curated pieces from my journal are organized by the seasons.
Yet I’ve found these reflections, insights and observations (and the occasional poem) extend beyond the boundaries of the time of year they were written.
All of them have a home here on my storysite. And each month, I select one to send to subscribers, usually on the new and/or full moon.
(You can subscribe at the bottom of the page.)
Fall 2024
No clues required
Every time the wind picks up
Postcards to the Woods #4
Moonrise at sunset
Summer 2024
Seen but not seen
Signs along the trail
With these quiet noticings
Spring 2024
Small noticing, big impact
Scene: Woods in the Northeast
Momentum
Postcard to the Woods #3
The week of smittenness
Befitting of an adult?
Winter 2023/2024
When the temperature drops
December full moon
Untitled snow note
Letting it be easier
A short exchange at the edge of the woods
How had I forgotten?
Fall 2023
They’re back!
Walking on asphalt
Postcard to the woods #2
River of prayers
How to get to know a red berry in 8 simple steps
Summer 2023
First walk after time away
After the flooding
Balsam
Hearing quiet
Misshapen assumptions
Spring 2023
Eleven reasons to stop
A compliment
A cup-of-tea discovery
Seeing, hearing, listening
Shall we go this way?
A walk without Asha
Blue dot
Late Winter 2022/2023
Postcard to the Woods #1
Not in miles or minutes
Birdsongs and heartsongs
Desktop spring
Winter 2022/2023
Threshold
Reclaiming prayer
After eight inches of heavy, wet snow
Winter maple
Fall 2022
A just-right angle
Not so Common Milkweed
Will they come true?
En route to the forest floor
I can’t just call them all brown
I wonder if their encounter was a poem
Late Summer 2022
My amended reply
Bird voices
Looking out. Looking in.
Palmate instead of red
Summer 2022
Elliptic-leaved Shinleaf
For the beauty of this walk
Woodpecker rhythm
The service I want to honor
Spring 2022
Wings
Pink joy of spring
Wondering: One walk, one afternoon
A new-to-us trail
Companions after a sleepless night
Winter 2021/2022
Breadcrumbs
But then, so when, and then
Winter visitors
My inner three-year-old meets ice
Tender hope, holy beauty
Late Fall 2021
I almost said
Letter to myself after reading Hafiz First snow
Fall 2021
Second annual Gentian Day
Sitting with tea and Tang
Eyes-closed listening
Not alone: Companions in the woods
Learning a new language: Then and now
Summer 2021
Stretching lessons
No stepping stones
A red-feathered lesson in priorities
Spring 2021
A change within
How I spent the morning
Glide
The time it takes
A glimpse
Winter 2020/2021
Circle in the snow
Snow: Beyond shoveling
Returning
Fall 2020
On a path
Treasure
November
