Winslow Road was where the white house stoodswelled and quiet once until bare toes tap on wooden beamsankle snaps loose splintered feet Where pine crumbs drop across the creek, leaves drape quietly as secrets keep Toward iron hasp, I bend an earbut all I hearis the tickle of bees dancing in my stomach Behind severalContinue reading “Dancing Bees”
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Making Love to a Pinecone
A few years ago I stumbled upon the Japanese practice of Shinrin-Yoku, an ecotherapy otherwise known as “forest bathing.” While reading about this technique, I became flooded with images of monks bathing in a pool of fresh spring water, showering in the rain, and splashing their faces with dew cupped in hands pulling away fromContinue reading “Making Love to a Pinecone”
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