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The Intelligence of Winter
Winter doesn’t arrive so much as recalibrate the world. First a thinning, light siphoned from the sky in long, slow increments, as if the earth is teaching us again the math of enough. The forests feel it earliest. Each tree, a quiet instrument tuned to the smallest shift in the planet’s tilt, listens as the…
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Field Notes From a Daughter of the Land
“The human heart is the first home of democracy. It is where we embrace our questions: Can we be equitable? Can we be generous? Can we listen with our whole being… and do we have enough resolve in our hearts to act courageously, without giving up—ever—trusting our fellow citizens in the determined pursuit of a…
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The Parable of the Two Brothers
There were once two brothers, born of the same father but raised in different lands. They were flesh and blood, yet time and distance carved a canyon between them. One brother lived in the house of their father, in the land that had been promised long before he was born. He carried the name, bore…
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The Shape of Wild Grace
You walk the land barefoot, listening to the stories woven into stone, the way water carves a canyon, the way silence holds its breath before rain. You teach us how to kneel in desert sand, to place our palms against the pulse of earth and feel the weight of all that has come before –…
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Grace in the Wild
What is your favorite animal? The Wolf My favorite animal is the wolf. There’s a primal beauty in the way they move across the land – graceful, deliberate, as if they belong to the earth in a way we’ve forgotten. Each step is purposeful, a silent dance with the terrain, their bodies flowing like water…
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Winters Presence
“Frosted Elegy” The forest hums with the language of light,where winter etches its story on every branch.Each twig, a quiet rebellionagainst the weight of time,against the ache of endings. The sun leans in, tender and golden,warming what the frost holds sacred.The air is alive with whispers,a hymn to stillness,a song for the wanderer who dares…
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When the Sky Cries Fire
(A Spoken Word Piece Inspired by Recent Events in California) . The ground split beneath us, a fissure not of earth, but of soul – a trembling truth that screamed, “Everything breaks if held too tight.” California, you stood bold against oceans and begged the mountains to hold your back. But the earth is restless…
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At the Edge of Midnight
(A Spoken Word Poem for the New Year) The earth turns softly beneath our feet, a quiet revolution, unseen yet unstoppable, and here we stand—on the brink of something new, as though the world inhales, holding its breath for what is to come. 💫 The stars, those ancient cartographers, etch the heavens with their patient…
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Just a Few Days Before a Fresh Beginning
The earth hums beneath the stillness, its rhythm felt in the breath of the wind, the soft exhale of branches weighed with frost. This is the pause—the holy interlude— where endings and beginnings collide. A lone bird calls across the void of twilight, its song a question and an answer all at once. What has…
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When Christmas Feels Quiet
This year, Christmas feels off—like a melody out of tuneor a candle that flickers but won’t quite catch.I watch the world wrap itself in tinsel,but the glitter can’t seem to coverthe ache underneath. It’s not just me—you feel it too, don’t you?The heaviness in the air,the numb shuffle through decorated aisles,like joy is hiding somewhereand…
Field Notes of a Wanderer
Listening for God’s Voice in the Wilderness
Field Notes of a Wanderer 