Nature’s Embrace

Remember the truth that is being whispered in the peaceful stillness. Listen to the birds rejoice as they glide through the sky, being bathed with sunlight. Join the tree branches in their swaying dance, praising their creator. Embrace the wind’s gentle caress as it rolls over your cheeks and swirls your hair. Welcome the harmony…

A Few Haiku

January Palm fronds sing their song Is all creation singing? Shhh, let’s all listen February Today’s encounters Dragonfly, hawk, butterfly The wings are busy May Wrens, frogs, water’s flow How many songs make a day? Ears of the heart know August Pine cones cushion path Holy water falls from sky Wind is Spirit’s voice September…

What Is Mine to Do

For my husband, Matt, and I, Prairiewoods has always been a place for connection … connection with nature, connection with our spirit, and connection with others seeking to heal their mind, body, and spirit. We especially enjoy our walks through the beautiful gardens, woodlands, and prairies that provide opportunity to connect with nature. The many…

Beholding as Activism

Gwen Frostic, Michigan ecologist and artist, wrote in 1973 that activism on behalf of working for a better future for our planet is not in creating big groups, big plans, unions and community ties. It is in being one who goes deeper into the world. To not belong, but to become. When I was a…

Grounded, Awakening, Becoming …

As Prairiewoods enters its twenty-eighth spring and summer, we are conscious of three horizons present simultaneously. The first horizon is our past—the very ground of our being. The second horizon is our present—a time of great awakening and preparing for the next evolution.  And the third horizon is our becoming—the future to which Prairiewoods is…

Bald Eagles

Out for a run one day, I came across a stranger and their dog tucked away in the bushes. Surprised—and noticing the scope laying nearby—I asked if they were watching anything. “Yes,” the stranger said. “Have you seen this bald eagle nest?” I’ve always loved animals, and bald eagles were one of my favorites as…

Talking with a Tree

A few years back, while I was hiking with a friend in Appalachian Ohio, she commented on a tree we passed, expressing sadness for the imprints left by lovers who’d carved into the trunk. We kept moving, and a thought popped into my head, more of a question really. So I spoke it aloud, asking…