“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson
Diary of a Woman Healing in our Slice of Wilds (Excerpts)
Bulldogs, Birds, & Beauty that Remains (Holy Ground)
After a bulldog meets you on the road even a bird in a bush may startle you, at first. Yeah, both of those things happened to me recently, but it tells a true story all the way around…doesn’t it? I’ve taken to a semi-regular sabbath nap in a hammock a dear friend gifted me. I placed it beneath the old willow in view of the big maple, their shelter and.. Read More
Learning Lament… (a poem)
Learning Lament, by Raynna Myers I stood at the forest’s edge Then I unshod my feet I found there The ground was soft The air’s scent was sweet I entered I Iooked up, into the fir trees Let their leaves dripping rain Roll over my forehead Anoint me I heard there a whisper Come close and listen Let moss surround you Look at the tree’s wrinkles And its beard move.. Read More
Out of Mourning, Not Necessarily After
This morning I watched an eagle come what felt unbelievably close and before I knew what was happening it swooped down and clasped a duck within its talons. The cry in the outcome of that swoop broke open my heart and words came out. This is a follow up to my last post in which I wrote that it is impossible to be fully present in joy, until we have.. Read More
For those in pain…
The change of the seasons is the same as the boundary between sand and sea, blurred. This week it has nearly seemed Winter, Spring, and Autumn all at once in our slice of wilds. Then to top off this conflux of seasons in these parts we saw something most unique out of any of our years living in a forest by a rushing river so far. We don’t know for.. Read More
Slowing Down (Faithfulness)
I needed these words tonight and as usual I figured I’m not the only one. Also, here’s some pics from a recent morning ramble around the property… I woke up the other night and even though I was right there in bed I had the sensation of being in a car, and the car was slowing down. It was a simultaneous sensation of both observing the tires, watching their rotation.. Read More
Walking Down to the Water Now (Humility)
Last I wrote you here we pondered our wildernesses together, our woods and shadowed places. Let’s venture into our waters now. I want to write to you of your streams and rivers, your seas. What a world you are, what glory. In ancient medicinal ways the energetic pathways that run from the crowns of our heads to the soles of our feet are as living streams of water flowing to.. Read More
A Letter: From my Wilds to Yours
Hello Old Friends! I have missed writing to you here. Welcome to a new year, and what a threshold it is! Good morning to you from the baby-bluest, mistiest, chilliest, coziest dawn I’ve experienced this side of the Cascades. It reminds me of the early mornings by the sea, except it is not sand at my feet today but rather crunchy, frozen-twice-over, snow. I do not love the cold, but.. Read More
the moment that breathes eternity
Hey you, yeah you, the one whose essence was born in the image of the Eternal One. Before you were ever born here, you were perfect, and that you still exists. Would you breathe that in gently today? Would you nurture the life/soul within you that is precious and wanted and needed here? Because, that’s the truth, and if we come home to that together, all of our grief has a chance at.. Read More
may you hear the question, “where are you?”
It’s a strange but common way we comfort one another on days of sacred memorial like today, we ask, “Where were you?” On September 11, 2001 unlike some mommas I knew who were actually in labor when the terrible news began to arrive, my first labor and delivery had recently passed. I was home and already beginning to figure out the ropes of what it meant to be a parent.. Read More