Love Is All Around*
*with apologies to Mary Tyler Moore We tell ourselves stories about who we are, how we are to live, who others are and how they should...
The Scent of the Old Forest
The Scent of the Old Forest Carries Me The scent of the old forest carries me As I float slowly and carefully through this ancient...
Lately I have been listening to trees...
Lately I have been listening to trees Oh my. You have always been there, all along. Been there for me and others. How could I not have...
Ode to Dad and Mingo Creek
January 7, 2023 When we were children, our dad would take us on long Sunday drives. Dad’s driving style is “meandering” – he drives...
Magic Eyes
August 14, 2022 Today was my first post-covid day out in the world. I went to Mingo Creek and just sat on a boulder next to the stream,...
Thinking of Clouds
July 7, 2022 I want to speak the language of a cloud. I want just to be there, here, to float untethered, to be part of this vast...
Here for You
July 5, 2022 My name is Ash. You might think by my name that I am dry, leftover. Just remains, gray and dead. Don’t be fooled. I am...
Remembering Truth
August 16, 2021 How are you doing? For me, there are days when all seems fine but, to be honest, there have recently been more days than...
When Songbirds Fell from the Sky
July 26, 2021 This is the summer when the songbirds fell from the sky. No one is quite sure yet why it has happened. A mysterious illness...
Sunday Words of Hope
July 18, 2021 I write this because I love you and I want Earth and all living parts of nature to continue and to thrive in love and joy....