Natural Wonder
Last week, Trump pulled the U.S. out of the Paris Climate Accord. This poem is not about that.
Landscape In Ink, With Horse
“Nature is not natural and can never be naturalized.”
The lines we draw around the sacred earth can cut us right down the middle.
Landscape in Ink, With Horse
We draw a line around what is sacred, to set it apart as special. We imagine the planet as a precious blue marble floating in space, so small and far away we cannot see the delicate contours of our own faces turned upwards towards the night sky, doing the imagining. We worship the lands that give us life, the earth that sustains us with its salty waters and wild winds, its mud and grit. We encircle the world in the darkness of outer space, and it shimmers all the brighter.
But when we’re not paying attention, the lines we draw around the sacred can cut us right through the middle.
Romancing the Flower Maid: or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Anima
These days our society is moving further and further from the simple conception of gender as a binary: male or female, man or woman. We are beginning to recognize that gender is complex.
Celebrating Earth Day: Phenology Bingo
This year I was especially blessed to have the chance to help plan the Earth Day service offered by my UU church this past weekend. And it was nothing short of marvelous.
