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Firesmoke

And so, April comes to an end. A month of low temperatures, frigid rain and obstacles is over. When T.S Eliot wrote “April is the cruellest month”, he knew what he was talking about. If I could give this April a vocabulary, some of the words would be: endurance, frustration, elation, perseverance, realization, patience. WhenContinue reading “Firesmoke”

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”