Sue Schuerman
“Listen! In the earth, the seeds are stirring and making noise, like the birds whose song has been silenced by winter. Now the snow is being devoured by sun, our elder, and in the branches, the persistence of our prayers is bringing the birds to life.” Nancy Wood, Shaman Circle Connecting with Sacred Spring Energy... Continue Reading →
In birds (and squirrels?) is poetry, energy, joy; in them is life, pure and untrammeled, unadulterated, and holy. Brian Doyle, American Writer, 1956-2017 Miniscule burgundy buds are barely visible on the elm tree off my back porch. Greenish grass pokes through melting snow. Red squirrels dash about the backyard, digging, chasing, and cavorting. They lead a... Continue Reading →
My earliest companion was the natural world. Ocean, sand, orange trees, seashells, sea gulls, and chameleons—all spoke to me in a language that I didn’t understand at the time. Sixty years later I’m just beginning to comprehend the wisdom these natural teachers have to offer. Under the dappled shade of orange trees, behind my grandparents’... Continue Reading →
Terra Divina is like reading the language of creation through birdsong, waves lapping the shore, whispers of wind through willow trees. My favorite "Place" is what I dubbed the Pine Cathedral. It reminds me of a church without walls. Golden sun seeping through branches is the bell tower calling forest critters to join the celebration.... Continue Reading →
We are deep in the heart of darkness. Winter Solstice invites us to pause, savor Earth’s hush, and turn to the light within. In the words of David Whyte from his poem, Sweet Darkness, “The dark will be your home tonight. The night will give you a horizon further than you can see.” My ideal horizon... Continue Reading →
(What animal would you return as?) Leaping through the thresholdof two worlds,dolphins catapult past the boundary of a watery universe,briefly suspended in their Otherworldof invisible currents.Aerialists twist, spin, free fall. Exuberant joy. Mother and calves glide in perfect sync.Click and whistle in a secret language.Pulse of the sea beckonsin surging waves.Silver sailors disappearinto swaths of blue. I, too, want... Continue Reading →
Does the cinnamon-y smell of snickerdoodles wafting from the oven bring back memories of grandma? Fragrances are one of our strongest memory triggers. So, sit back, close your eyes, and imagine your favorite food cooking in the oven or sizzling on the grill or steaming in a pot on top of the stove. Hold that... Continue Reading →
The Nature Conservancy calls the tallgrass prairie a more threatened ecosystem than the Amazon rainforest. What words will we use to describe this once vibrant landscape to our grandchildren—vanished, extinct, restored? Compass plant, spiderwort, big blue stem,Disappearing words.Botanical names float in the airlike strands of music.Vast stretches of grasslands,nowremnants, fragments, traces.Tallgrass prairiemore threatened than the... Continue Reading →
May your warm breeze Awaken the wildness in me. Lift my spirit into carefree flight And stretch me to the light.
My heart belongs to summer. Long, sunny days anoint me with their energizing beams and open my eyes to the miracle of life before me. There is no need to travel miles to discover the wonders of our world. I become a sojourner in my own patch of Earth. Through my camera’s eye, I’ve witnessed... Continue Reading →
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