It’s simple. We are nature. To love her is to love ourselves. The more we feel this, the easier it becomes to fight for her. Happy Earth Day.
A poem from EVERYDAY MERMAID. A collaborative poetry art book I created with the artist, Deidre Scherer.
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It’s simple. We are nature. To love her is to love ourselves. The more we feel this, the easier it becomes to fight for her. Happy Earth Day.
A poem from EVERYDAY MERMAID. A collaborative poetry art book I created with the artist, Deidre Scherer.
Press play to listen to the audio of me reading SLEEP… and scroll down to see the whole poem.
My daughter birthing her first baby, herself as a mother, and me as a grandmother.
This was written soon after my grandson’s birth. Have you ever had so much joy suddenly come into your life that you were afraid to hold it?
Unexpected connection to Moon
Press play to listen to audio of me reading Talkin to Moon… and scroll down to see the whole poem.
Change and joys of aging.
Press play to listen to audio of me reading PLEASURES OF THE FLESH… and scroll down to see the whole poem.
It’s simple. We are nature. To love her is to love ourselves. The more we feel this, the easier it becomes to fight for her.
Press play to listen to audio of me reading CODA: OUR BREATH… and scroll down to see the whole poem.
Confession: when I am sad or dealing with intense inner work or big house breakages (no hot water, no water, no internet etc.) washing dishes is the first to go. So this poem is helping me get a new relationship to make it more fun and actually nourishing.
May we face our fears & may they become lighter. Feeling them in the body can help.
Letting in contact/connections in nature can mitigate loneliness.
Press play to listen to audio of me reading Sacred Walk #2… and scroll down to see the whole poem.
Press play to listen to audio of me reading RECOGNITONS and scroll down to see the whole poem.
From our book, EVERYDAY MERMAID. A collaborative poetry art book I created with artist, Deidre Scherer.
The title says it. The way a particular flower’s thrust from the earth awakens me, connects me to myself, to it, and to spring.
A surprise.
Press play to listen to audio of me reading AN IRIS… and scroll down to see the whole poem.
An unexpected oneness with trees.