October 30 2021 Work Party

The ground is saturated again after a dry summer spell, strewn with fallen cottonwood branches and leaves. The Big Leaf Maples have cast down their own humongous fall foliage, sending sky messengers to ground to be devoured by yellow spotted millipedes. Sporocarps are everywhere, disguised by mulch, the bark on fallen branches, in the nooks and crannies of nurse logs and stumps. What was once alive is being returned to the earth to be born anew from rich soil co-created by death. And we are here, witness to and participant in this endless, beautiful cycle of decay and renewal, practicing being human together.

With gratitude for all things, until we meet again.

May 8 2021 Work Party

Sometimes the digging and pulling and cutting
is not the medicine
but the space for feeling the pain
of living in a world barreling
toward the brink of what could be
mass extinction
or maybe something else
maybe something
generative and alive
that requires a complete surrender
to grieving
in order to be born.
Either way
the earth knows
how to hold our tears.