Turn Out All False Lights

The trees this morning are frost-tipped, the moss on their trunks glittering in the sunshine. It is below freezing outside and much of the country is huddled beneath Arctic temperatures, but somehow spring is in the air. Flowers are poking up through the rotted leaf mulch of last year's autumn release.  It happens so quickly, … Continue reading Turn Out All False Lights

Sleeping with the Forest

There is a silent stillness at the center of things, and lately that is where I want to be. The forest outside my window is evergreen, but sleeping. I can feel the slumber through the soles of my feet when I stand barefoot in the mud. The occasional bird chirp comes through the air like … Continue reading Sleeping with the Forest