The following is a collection of poems and musings that landed on me beginning in May and up through the present. I want to spend more of my time crafting poetry, even really bad poetry, because it allows me the opportunity to approach my relationship to the land from a different perspective. When I have
I’ve been wondering lately, what exactly is Maine? In the strictest sense, Maine is lines on a map that define its political boundaries, to the West with New Hampshire and to the North and Northeast with Canada. However, within the arbitrary lines that define our political existence lie innumerable regions, micro-climates, geographical features and geological history.
I have written before that for me, paganism is a way of living rather than a theology or a specific belief system. At the core of my practice is an awareness of being in relationship with Nature. Despite the many infrastructures of 21st century civilization that we live in, we are fundamentally organisms existing on