Author: Michelle Fairchild

There is no returning only forward motion that spirals out unfurling new landscapes familiar, but not listening I trust the cues of my body as it carries my pain and joy delicately and ferociously

Sometimes doing good helps you believe in yourself too. Image from Natural Life daily chirps email.

I learned of Mary Oliver’s death yesterday while at my desk at work. NPR had shared the news. Tears streamed down my face. I had shared one of her poem’s on Monday, a poem that had so moved me that when I tried to ready it aloud, that by line five I had to wipe…

I love thetwists, turns, complexities,smooth, roughstrong, tenderunmoving, yet dancingnaked and adorned,small, large, giantesque,young, mature, ancientwonder and marvelthey all began asa tiny seed

Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches?by Mary Oliver Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives —tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hangingfrom the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like? Do you think this world was only an…

Ode to the Trees    There are some I have climbed, others I have hugged, some I have laid underneath, there are many I have thanked and only a few I have cursed.  I know the name of quite a few, but when I discovered the startling fact that there are 60,065 species of trees in the world my awe for their diversity…