Skipping Stones

"Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind."  King Lear "In the bleak midwinter, frost wind made moan. Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, in the bleak midwinter, long ago." Christina Rossetti There's...

“As we breathe out what trees breathe in,And the trees breathe out what we breathe in,So we breathe each other into life.”  Marcia Prager, The Path of Blessing I have a friend, as many dendrophiles do whom most would call a tree.  I call her Sylvie. Sylvie is a white...

Said the thriving man to the tinker’s wife,‘Spell me the secret of your happy life.’‘I could not bide it, I was never madeto couch in bracken with the birch for shade.’‘And hills I love not, their ironic smileseems scornful of the things I hold worthwhile.’‘Nor am I...

Greetings! To answer my own question, it turns out I’m your average bloke and a completely ordinary nature mystic. I forget to floss regularly, I eat ice cream late at night, I commune with trees, I will wander for hours in open, wild spaces. Yes, I will lead nature...