NATURE’S WISDOM

The Gentle Buzz of Wild Things

My mind leaps from my own distress to American politics and American farming. And through it all, poetry heals.

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Today, I read a poem by 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊. The title struck me like lightning. “The Growl in My Throat.” The picture spoke to me, too. A wolf hiding. Is he curious? Or watching prey?

The Growl In My Throat

I feel the growl in my own throat getting stronger and stronger these days.

What a world! What a mess!

And also, what an opportunity for all of us, people, to take a stand and be wise and supportive. Speak our truths in an inclusive way.

But how I feel the fear coming up in my throat if I try to do just that.

Remembering

“Does no one remember we’re stardust?” — Diane says in her poem.

Yes! I do remember! But how can I use that knowledge to unleash some change into this broken world?