Tag: rewilding

  • trinkets

    Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash
    we are carved
    jagged of purpose
    we are wraps
    we are rags
    we flint, we thorn
    we tooth, we bone
    suns twinned, southern low
    cracked lips, nail broke
    ragged

    we winter in heart
    waiting for blood

  • ever the stones

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    there is a hollow in the center where
    only the trees & ever the stones
    know my name

    blind, the trailhead of myrkr & mist
    look to ancestors below your feet
    recalling we are all related
    spreading as spores & tendrils
    on & on

    remember november?
    for the chill rains falling, i sheltered
    at the hollow on the center where
    only the trees & ever the stones
    know my name

  • acceptance

    Photo by Ronin on Unsplash
    dizzy for the ringing
    we shambled to heartwood
    sought our way to breathing
    taking in the place where
    we are already beautiful
    if only we can shed skin
    and cast off our rags
    others have bound us
    within

    if trees accept us
    as we are, can we
    accept the trees?

  • in waiting

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    silence of a forest in waiting
    steel skies scarred spark & flint
    here she comes raining & how
    we celebrate her summer rains
    drinking her in as she pours

  • Campfire Sessions — 13apr25

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    No campfires for me last night, I’d decided. Instead, I elected to wander away into the day that followed flame as I left the camp behind: Sun blazing on one side, Moon cool and pale on the other. Maple’s yellow leaves fell mystic around me, an autumn kind of sakura celebration lacking only the plum wine for the stream ran beside me, falling over stones and breaking white the reflection of the sky.

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  • for the best

    Photo by Ronin on Unsplash
    we ford streams under
    between rime and rust
    between night and dusk
    running red at golden fall
    drawing our arctic under
    crone days stained pale
    unbroken strides between
    ash, birch and thorn

    checking maps, we see we
    have lost the trail
    and that, my friends,
    might be for the best

  • back to sit

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    somewhere along the path
    i somehow lost my way
    that was what
    old craggy guy
    was trying to say, just
    get back to the sit...
    an expert leading
    by example

  • Campfire Sessions — 12apr25

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    Back to the campfire…

    It the shadows and glow of the flickering ruddy flames, he looks gaunt, grey, and emaciated as he approaches and sits down. His hair, what remains on his taut pate, is a dirty white and as withered as he — scraggly, sparse and I can see more skin than hair.

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  • Thoughts on rewilding — 10 apr 25

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash

    It often feels pretentious to talk about my thoughts around my path towards rewilding. I mean, who do I think I am to turn away from the norms and follow the trail deeper into the woods?

    It is also difficult to do so because I have rejected most of the labels people use.

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  • blackwater

    of godless ways wandering
    between gallows gone to grey
    the rocky shore's blackwater
    framed in deadwood propped 
    in seaweed and broken oar
    waiting for the sluagh's arms
    to embrace a heart of coal
    the company of ravens and
    a host of crows waiting
                              waiting
                              waiting
               for snows to fall