Mindfully Moving Through Life

below is a poem I wrote in the fall of 2024, reflecting on my feelings of guilt around avoidance of the horrors. this October, I was made to witness the tragedy firsthand (image 1). I heard that the lilacs were blooming in September, though I never saw it with my own eyes. I felt some regret that I didn't seek them out, Lilacs, my favorite scent of spring. But it's not spring. I think a part of me didn't want to go looking for them. To face evidence that this world is changin

When we are feeling lost in our human lives, which have been so violently and colonially severed from the heartbeat of the Earth, we can...

On a long awaited getaway to one of my heart places, the North Shore of Minnesota, I came close to rivers that were once broad and mighty waterfalls. I saw the story of their past, the way the water had carved into the earth over centuries and millennia. Ancient waterfalls and glaciers have intrigued me as of late. The way a waterfall moves backwards in space - we as tiny Earth creatures don’t see that story in real time. All we see is a beautiful feature of nature. We hear t