first call of spring did i expect perfection that first evening of spring when the red chested cuckoo called me outside to see the evening star in a salmon sky – clear and still horizon to hilled horizon where all but he held its breath while his song fell from the trees. second call…
beloved, i cannot swear allegiance to your god. if it is he who is to be the face of the beloved then i am truly lost – but goddess help me i have felt the ocean in my bones, burned with the fire of a thousand petty suns longing for a god made manifest. and…
please don’t post another picture of sun-draped trees and rainbows and tell me from the comfort of your squishy couch and smartphone screen how you want to live in nature. when we say we want to go out in nature every day walk in nature be in nature sit in nature while the world…