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The Apple Tree Episode

  My husband climbs into the car loaded with several sacs of apples and mutters, “I had an encounter with the New Boulder.” “Uh oh,” I respond. For my dear husband, late September often means apple-foraging. Through years of cycling the county’s backroads, he developed a mind map of the apple trees along the rights of way. A few years ago we planted a couple of trees on our property and foraging elsewhere has been unnecessary. But our trees, along with many others in the area, took this...

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Unkenneled

  Relief softens his form as he flattens himself on the floor, nose resting at my heel. Paws subtly flex and curl. Tension flows into the grain of the oak. Five hours of fear, chain link and concrete, and the sting of being ignored. His eyes close. He is happy. Now in my kitchen with his ear flap smooth against the cool wood his broad nose blows small puffs of warmth at my heel. He relaxes. How easy it is to give comfort. How lucky when kindness is simple. This one just wanting release...

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Conscious Companionship

  Reading a few things lately by Daniel Pinchbeck, I appreciate the way that he’s willing to talk about consciousness. Even so, I find myself wishing he would go a little further. I want to step beyond the lonely, claustrophobic bubble of humanism, and frankly, the techno-utopias of transhumanism give me the fucking willies. We need to shift our consciousness to include a sensing of how we are companioned by other beings. We need to rejoin the others. This has to be something that...

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Surprising Coyote

  The thing I least expect is to be tricked into laughing. My plan is to blubber and wallow. It’s going well. I am stewing in my stories of defeat. This I choose. But I am not the only one here. And I am not the only one who chooses. I am interrupted by the arrival of the Sacred Fool. A springy young male emerges from the willows. He is so close I smell the forest on his fur. I am levitating in delight. He doesn’t see me. Now he does! Leaps in a goofy spasm, darting away with his ears...

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Dreams for Earth Day

As usual, I’d like to share a poem this Earth Day. I must admit I don’t actually like this poem that much. No, let me rephrase that. I don’t like the way the second stanza is composed. But in its way it has a conversation my heart wants to have. And in my way of thinking, that’s about the most you can ask of a poem. The question of what the hell to do with myself in these times is one I have grappled with for years. I left my career in the environmental movement mainly...

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