Secret Society of Ferns

You spread yourself Across the woodland floor. A colony of answers. A secret society tucked In the woods, born of spores that were born of spores born millions of years ago. Your seed floating from woodland and swamp Through epochs and eras, across continents now divided By water and war. You are a living fossil….

What it is to be Human… Truth and Doing

Lately, I work with my hands a lot. This desire to create — to feel the musty soil responding to my hands as I bury a bulb beneath the dirt; to cut fresh meats, vegetables and herbs and place them in a simmering pot of broth; to feel a nail sliding through a piece of wood at the command of my hammer– feels primal….