A Pagan’s Creed

I believe in big trees
Douglas firs, maples, white pine
rooted in damp earth, fertile,
abundant deep breathers,
sweepers and cleaners
of air.

I believe in one swaddling sky
the only sky above me,
universal, maternal, fragile
revealing light,
blue infinity,
eternity.

Misbegotten, I became a lover of you
and your children, rain and sun.
Through sky and earth I know
my body, spirit, mind live
here and only
here.

You whittled me, made me fit,
gave me space to be,
to crucify and bury worry,
grow hope repeatedly,
a seedling, sapling, fledgling
being.

I look forward to my resurrection
born anew as a tree,
where I exhale for you
and pray this earthly heaven continues
despite our sins and trespasses
against you.

I believe in big trees,
earth, sky – and her children
sun and
rain.

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The 42nd

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Mainland Canada’s southernmost tip is parallel to Rome and although there are no ancient monuments, the ecosystem is as old as the last ice age when glaciers slid into Lake Erie 11,000 years ago. Point Pelee National Park (pelée being a French word that means “bald”) is on the 42nd parallel and it pokes into the shallowest of the Great Lakes like Pinocchio’s nose. Varieties of plants, animals, insects and birds found within its bounds are unique in the country. It’s a complex ecosystem.

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Walking through the Carolinian forest of Point Pelee

To reach the Point you drive to a little town called Leamington, Ontario. Leamington is known as the tomato capital of Canada and the tourist office on the main street is housed in an enormous tomato replica – undoubtedly a beefsteak. It comfortably holds two people who peer out of its window and greet you, offer advice on what to see, where to go and how to get there. Continue reading

Reflections*

Sit and reflect

Sit and reflect

There.
A green lawn chair
hidden
by the woods.
I sit.

My fretful steps forgotten.
Cushioned
by undulating drifts
and hiding beneath
the trembling storm,
I sit.

Behind looms
the forest. Forward,
just a few steps
beyond the last stand,
a field.
I sit.

So much past.
Savouring the future.
I sit.

*Written in response to the weekly photo challenge – Reflections. On my usual daily walk, albeit in a robust snowstorm, I noticed this lawn chair in the woods. What a perfect spot – in the summer – to sit and think.

Aqua diva

Rolling, rolling, rolling,
Sucking at landlubber toes,
bubbling, spitting salty debris –
it is a mess.
Tossed

An aqua diva tossing to the beach
Her cast away trinkets.
Frothy tributes strewn beachside
From deep lovers long lost at sea:
Undulating ribbon necklaces,
Empurpled bracelets.
Her flotsam.
Bull kelp

(In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea)