Lost In Forestville

An island once was here. Not years ago, but merely days. After only a week of rain the river swallowed it whole, leaving behind only the…

a small stone circling a larger stone circling a ball of fire reflecting back on the small stone

How could I have forgotten?

Last night I woke to the sound of animals crawling between my walls, clawing and scratching through passages.

A mindfulness practice to root in present awareness. A gratitude practice to devine deeper appreciation. A discomfort practice to distill…

They came bearing boxes of tomatoes and squash from the garden. A shirt held at the belly to drape as a basket, filled with green and pink…

They told me they’re treasures for my nature collection, so I can teach others how to love the forest too.

The lion has left.