
How to Visit a Burned Forest
We are powerful, for ill and for good. Remember these two faces of strength.
A poet's brief essays, inspired by this wild Earth.
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We are powerful, for ill and for good. Remember these two faces of strength.

Hands map a path to connection—with self, others, and the world.

None of the work I did was counted in the Gross Domestic Product. I don't mean none of it counted.
Beginnings make promises with their fingers crossed behind their backs.

The growing end of a root is a seeker, bending to make its way around obstacles.

As darkness fell, the glass sculptures seemed to come alive, so intense were their colors, shapes, and textures.

Easy to mistake the visible for the whole.

“We call out—and the land calls back.” —Terry Tempest Williams

How long would it take to rewire *actual* saguaro into my brain, replacing the clichéd desert-icon saguaro?

The impossible edge between needing to complete this climb, and being unable to figure out the right motions to do so.