Winged Hearts

When I was a little girl, I used to sit in the playground and collect gravel pebbles, twigs and wingnuts. There was something so alluring about collecting objects from nature- things that people wouldn’t even look at twice.  But for me, finding a sparkling pink pebble was like discovering gold.  I kept my pebbles inContinue reading “Winged Hearts”

The Poetry of Nature

It’s funny how mosquitos, a cobwebbed cabin ceiling, heavy rain and soaked shoes can remind me of what I really love to do. Working with youth in nature was an incredibly grounding experience for me. Observing, listening, collecting and documenting. These are things we take for granted. When we’re surrounded by tall, leafy trees, it’sContinue reading “The Poetry of Nature”