*NEW DATE* Blossom: plant poetry hike
sunday september 3rd from 10am-4pm @ santa barbara campground: vadito , nm or somewhere close by….
PEONIES by MARY OLIVER
This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers and they open —
pools of lace,
white and pink —
and all day the black ants climb over them, boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it awayto their dark, underground cities —
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again —
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?
come together for a plant poetry hike in the pecos wilderness - this special day we will immerse ourselves in flower plant friends, water, mountain airs and strengthen our communication and connection to place and sing their praises in collaborative creation!
we will spend the day hiking to a beautiful large subalpine meadow and participate in poetic prompts and relational writing exercises along the way. this hike is about six miles long - uphill and sometimes rocky terrain on a well managed trail.
payment plans and pay what you can available, email me at sssnakeroot@gmail.com
optional campout at santa barbara campground night before.
sunday september 3rd from 10am-4pm @ santa barbara campground: vadito , nm or somewhere close by….
PEONIES by MARY OLIVER
This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers and they open —
pools of lace,
white and pink —
and all day the black ants climb over them, boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it awayto their dark, underground cities —
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again —
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?
come together for a plant poetry hike in the pecos wilderness - this special day we will immerse ourselves in flower plant friends, water, mountain airs and strengthen our communication and connection to place and sing their praises in collaborative creation!
we will spend the day hiking to a beautiful large subalpine meadow and participate in poetic prompts and relational writing exercises along the way. this hike is about six miles long - uphill and sometimes rocky terrain on a well managed trail.
payment plans and pay what you can available, email me at sssnakeroot@gmail.com
optional campout at santa barbara campground night before.
sunday september 3rd from 10am-4pm @ santa barbara campground: vadito , nm or somewhere close by….
PEONIES by MARY OLIVER
This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers and they open —
pools of lace,
white and pink —
and all day the black ants climb over them, boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it awayto their dark, underground cities —
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again —
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?
come together for a plant poetry hike in the pecos wilderness - this special day we will immerse ourselves in flower plant friends, water, mountain airs and strengthen our communication and connection to place and sing their praises in collaborative creation!
we will spend the day hiking to a beautiful large subalpine meadow and participate in poetic prompts and relational writing exercises along the way. this hike is about six miles long - uphill and sometimes rocky terrain on a well managed trail.
payment plans and pay what you can available, email me at sssnakeroot@gmail.com
optional campout at santa barbara campground night before.